By Freeyad Ibrahim
That day floods from beginning to end
with sunshine,
in the sky, there is not a stain of cloud
All nature seems on holiday
Scent rises up from the lawns of Saint Cloud
In front of such a scene
Who could claim it was not fine
Leaves and branches flutter in the river breeze
Bees pillage the clover
A riot of butterflies over jasmine hover
Hover over Milfoil and white oats
And the king of Francs Noble Park
Is occupied by a host of vagabonds, the birds,
Released like humans for it is no more dark
Relaxed under the bright sky without cloud
For describing such beauty there is always
A Lack of words, the mind fills with daze
These are life delights, the sun brights
A good fairy who ordered the fields
and trees expressly of young hearts
Gazing tenderly at her lover
Favourite, Fantine's friend, said:
I adore you,
I cannot sing
Or flutter without you
What would you do if I stopped Loving you?)
Her Beloved asked her.
Me? she cried,
I Come after you
beat you
scratch your eyes out
have you arrested!
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Fryad Hugo
(Dutch Writer, Novelist)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem