I grew up in a fertile field
All called me lily of the wild.
My growing days were golden rich,
I grew up bright, without a hitch.
All eyes caressed my sensual curves,
I felt it good inflamed my verve.
With glowing eyes I smiled, still calm!
They hailed me with indulging charm.
A swarm of buzzing bees flew in,
Slowly they swam past me, I grin
And soon a handsome naughty bee!
He flew to me, with loving glee.
He danced swiftly and touched me light,
So warm his touch, it roused delight,
I felt it sweet my eyes grew bright,
He took my hand, I felt delight.
I lost my sense, his magic touch,
His tipsy wine imbibed, I much!
My soul in swoon I lay, fulfilled,
I knew not when the poacher fled?
I felt too hurt, forlorn female
My taste now sour I felt so stale!
No one would want, a face too pale,
Or want a bosom, sagging now stale.
I knew none would take me, his own!
Or will pick a flower, now worn.
Forlorn I felt, yet waited, for long,
But none come to take me along.
A sad maid came to pluck blooms bright,
To adorn her lovers copse a final gift!
I pleaded her to pick me, unhurt,
And place me close, to lover’s heart.
Oh! What it matters, now to me?
Forlorn a life I lived like lame
My seeds may grow, and show by life
It is no charm, but love gives life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem