It is a dream
A dream that
I want no awake
Oh Nidra! Keep your feet
On my two closing eyes
Know no Rest
Until u die
The brew I stir
In this cauldron
You know;
I am inventing
A smell to win
Over
Babyrose, babyrose babyrose
Bring me all the babyrose of the world
Oh Flora! You know I need babyrose
Bear me from your tender womb
The Virgin Babyrose as white as the snow
I am mixing it
With the juice
That comes from
From the crushed
Papaya tree
Yes... Oh Yes....
It's finished...
Devil...! Come, Come Devil...
Go there, to her,
Make her smell this brew...
I will wait for you
till you return
with flying colours
Come devil... come
Did you make her smell? ?
Did she cry my name? ?
I know she will....
I know she will...
It was made from the tear of a purest of heart.
Oh Arjuna my friend!
Please bring her to me by your magic arrow.
I win...
I win...
She will be mine.
Mine only.
Mine only.
What is this water in my eyes?
Is this a tear?
Oh... I was having a dream.
Oh... I was having a dream.
editors note:
Nidra - a hindu goddess of sleep.
Papaya- is another name of the poet.
Flora - Greek Goddess of Flower.
Arjuna - Pandavas brother in
Mahabharata, a Hindu epic.
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