Disconsolate, the prince wanders through his dry garden.
How can the lilacs bloom if she is not sitting in its center?
The musicians are exhausted, their instruments are unturned.
The poet stammers again and again. His white head bowed, he
falls silent.
Servants have spilled another vase of wine before it could
reach us.
The red liquor stains the yellow-green grass.
Oh, my prince, what can you expect of me,
when so many worthy men stumble in the tall reeds?
Release me, prince, to seek her in other gardens,
the memory of the scent of lilacs my only guide.
I enjoyed reading this poem. What made it excellent to me was the vivid imagery, I could see it all just by reading the lines (no need to go in between too much.) It was a lot like admiring art work in a museum for me. Intriguing, tasteful and tranquil with deep consideration. I'm not very good with comments, (like the others who have beat me to it) but I will say I thoroughly enjoyed it. you've done an excellent job.
Agreed, Marie definitely has an eye for poetry. This is a masterpiece, the quiet kind that doesn't shout and command you to listen, but rather draws you in tugging at your inner curiosity. This definitely captures the feeling of loss, right from the first line & down to the last. The only comfort is that she may be found in other gardens, but even that is saddening. ~Nika
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sense of loss can be acutely felt throughout this wonderful poem. In the absence of the beloved, the whole world has turned upside down but the poet still wants to find her in his memories. A beautiful poem depicting the power of love and the agony of loss.