BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA

Listen

Listen-this haunt hot on your heel
Will the consent not be obtained?
Does the rose not response the bee?
Love to moon is not fault of poet.
Beloved lady you hide the moon by sari for nothing.

Listen, the morning the evening goes only closely following you.

Have I to ass my days alone-without you?
Does the day erase as night comes?
Poet talks about flower even in hunger.
Lady love you terminate friendship with flower for nothing.

Listen, my days go fruitless closely fallowing you.
Why do you threat the cloud in vain by curve eye?
At turn of my way in leafless winter.
Why and on what sense you go away in this manner?
My love ness for nothing you hide sea at eye?