Arewa! The princess of my lord
Her face like a shinning gold
That shines to conquer my inward part
When hatred is battling with my heart
Oh! The beauty that poet long to behold
But its a shame
My lord won your heart by fame
Then my sun is ashamed
For the cloud gives way for moon to proud
Arewa, your beauty clasped my heart as if to remove
Still i cried of love
Tell my lord that love is not fame
Since he can't water your desert land
But if its a fame
Tell me i've gone out of my mind
Arewa, if the world moves to my turn tomorrow
Let me be the landlord of your heart
If my lord kills me with sorrow
I'll bear it just to have my painted grave in your heart
Strong poem about love and loss. Nicely worded, I enjoyed your word usage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is fantastc! so emotional!