O weary traveller
Come to my garden
Breathe in the fragrance
Of my thousand blooming roses
Fiery red and ripened by my love
I promise that you will forget your fears
Lie down on the soft grass under the tree
Listen to the mynah crooning in your ears
And you will be gently lulled to sleep.......
I wish I could make you taste my love
But for that, you will have to taste my blood
My love is intermingled in it and races above
Every part and every inch has taken wings
They are flying all about in sheer abandon
Sshhh....be quiet and you can hear my soul sing
If you ever come looking for me in my house
Dont call for my name.....call for Him
I have completely drowned in Him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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