'Stranger form the North,
have you seen my love?
In the lands that you traversed
did you see my wild-eyed love?
My love, of the red sensuous lips,
her eyes wild and her hair in unruly curls,
gypsy-looking, luscious lady,
soft and supple, her breasts full and her legs firm.
O Stranger going South
have you seen my love?
In the fens and inns you've been
did you not meet my wild-hearted beauty? ”
'O disconsolate lover -
such a woman I have not seen
not in the West nor in the East;
perhaps in the South we'll find her
if you will come with me.'
'O Traveler, I cannot be going South
nor North, nor anywhere from this place;
for she who pierced my heart
has bound me with my promise
to wait here till eternity.'
(September 1991)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem