A voice asked me 'not give up', so it called me out to pull my bluff!
'Unlike Hafiz of Shiraz' the moon asked me to meet her soul but she had no
amorous ideas.The voice was the Sun with all of its heat shining down on
me, I could feel my defeat.
If I am a Prince and she my Princess I screamed
out to the sky my intentions are good I cannot deny! Caesura and silence
filled my mind what am I doing that makes me so blind? Vicissitude I am
powerless!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem