To you I gave a crown
when I brought you to my bed
to share in my renown
on what was then my throne –
to rule, but never in my stead:
I rule alone.
With honeyed words you took
my generosity, my pride,
my strength: took with a smile, a look,
what once I alone had known
– but subsequently could not hide –
and so you brought me down.
But you who took my freedom and my sight
can now not see the growing strength in me,
not love in which I once knew such delight,
but hatred which takes heed of no man’s plea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With honeyed words you took my generosity, my pride, ....Wisely drafted thought provoking lines in this context shared really. Interesting sharing.10
Thank you, Kumarmani Mahakul