You made my soul slew
Round the raw roads
Where can only reach a few
With sound and sublime senses.
Lost my sleep and bread
And God! myself I forgot
Left with nothing my poor head
Blank blank is all it‘s got.
Never in best of my dreams
Nor when idly I roamed
In quest for amorous realms
Had such a jocund mood.
Is it a pain so good?
Or shall I call it love
Nay, it’s a gift from God
Sent with care from above.
The poetess longs for courting pleasuresbut still it is sweet to languish herself in the pangs of love; yes, this is love. a fine piece take care of yourself. Muhammad Shanazar shanazar@hotmail.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is God. God is love. This cannot be separated.