Whether you fold the weather in your arms
Or make the honeyed singing brooks to twinge;
Whether you disregard your dashing charms
Or your beauty, with insults, you did swinge;
Whether with brown, once blue skies you suffuse,
Or let the stars out-glow your sultry eyes;
Whether ill perfume the air you perfuse
Or sicken romance with some blatant lies;
Whether you idly watch restive goatherd
Melodizing ‘neath a spreading beech tree,
Than have concern for me as a songbird
Who sadly wallow alone on a lea;
I’m adjudged your slave, and you mine mistress,
Whether in mine glory or mine distress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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'I’m adjudged your slave, and you mine mistress, Whether in mine glory or mine distress.' beautiful lines expressing the poet's emotions very well, thanks for sharing.
Thanks so much, Shakil. Appreciated.