The nightingale would never care to sing...
...if the rose would not hear him...
Through his wakeful silent eyes;
The rose's love is naught but to relentlessly listen in cheer...
...all the time to his beloved's melodious voice;
Not all songs bring joy to the lover's heart...
...as does the ever sounding beloved's musical call;
A Lover truly is he who hears his beloved's song in thrall...
...when the melodious music gushes into his heart;
O thou who in the street of Love tread, be careful;
Or you may never get to your beloved's home,
Sweet is the music of Love!
Listen to it hard and fast!
Such that you live in union with your beloved,
And put this torment of separation behind.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem