The sun ray wearies the essence of the earth
In a wide desert
I am looking for a room with a moderate air
Then you come as a nice breeze
You pass beside me and change my direction
At that time
I realize that a day will emerge
In it love will put me to death
Then shame will embrace me to address the death:
When is my prompt?
***
I realize too
Life and light have no meaning without me
Thus always
You see me wander in front of your closed chapel
But I in the pores of the wall of the age
You see my shadow as a dream
Because you do not believe
I am coming.
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Oh! My lord
Order the concerns to stop their attacks on me?
Order the pine to stop their teases on me?
Oh! My lord
Order these tempests as they come towards my eyes
to stop
And not to fill my vision with mist
Let me take my glasses off for a while
So that Nicolas could stop saying:
'' She is an obstacle in front of my meditations''.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem