I SMEAR HONEY ON YOUR LIPS..
YOU FIX NAILS IN MY WOUNDS.
MY PERENNIAL SHOWERS OF LOVE
SOAK YOU.
I SUFFOCATE IN YOUR HAUGHTY SUMMER.
YOUR GARDEN IS FLOURISHED BY MY SPRING.
YOUR WINTER WITHERS THE LEAVES OF CORDIAL LOVE.
MY CANARIES SING FOR YOU.
YOUR LYRE HAS FORGOTTEN ME.
LIKE A MOUNTAIN I MEDITATE YOU.
YOU ARE A GALLOPPING RIVER...
NEVER WAITS FOR ME.
I SAY I SURRENDER TO YOU
YOU CONFIRM YOU HAVE SUBDUED ME.
ME, A TRAMP WANDER WITH MY SONOROUS POEMS.
YOU LIVE IN REALITY.
I ENTHRONE YOU IN MY HEART. PLEASE NEVER BEAR ME AS A CROSS ON YOUR SHOULDERS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem