O my love! O my love!
You soothe my scorching heart,
When agony and grief visit it again and again,
You assuage it and relieve its biting pain,
O my love! O my love!
You quench enormous thirst of my soul,
You cool off my fevered breast,
You calm down my restive mind,
You humble all my inmate foes,
O my love! O my love!
Your soft wipe removes sweat from my brows,
Makes shine these cheeks of mine,
In short, only you can bring me relief,
Make honey from the poison in me,
O my love! O my love!
Mykoul
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I would like to translate this poem
'In short, only you can bring me relief, Make honey from the poison in me, O my love! O my love! ' - A great reflection!