“You’re mine and I’m yours”, said his love last year.
So he was unhurt by darts from wanton eyes
which tried to trap him by the lures sheer
but failed, as true love, carved in his heart so nice.
Her embrace fed him with verve in life
and he cried, “Nothing else in this world to gain”.
He felt relieved from all the mortal strife
and from singing songs of angst he did refrain.
When he begged a kiss of hers, there was a rain
of dainty showers, speaking a tongue not known.
And he felt floods of joy made him insane
and swept off to worlds where none had cause to mourn.
Life is a joy ride for him in this amorous world
if there are no foes of any kind to him to scold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem