The married pair has lived like one alone;
their communion, mute and cold as a stone,
settles them in the dreary mood of night.
When in their house, a guest-foot sets on sight,
delight like the sun ascends in their eyes;
when to themselves they are left, the blaze dies
in their eyes. Hence both seek to walk the road
to heaven to occupy their abode.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Obinna. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks