Pardon my Lady,
My dear Lady!
But your views are clearly pale
Although you may want me to
Vanish
I'll never vanish without a trail.
I live my life in spite of you
And my life is of another sort
I pursue my days with passion
The way I feel, the way I want
My nights are your fears
The desires you never acted upon
And that is why, my Lady
Your hatred keeps me flying
And make the others fear me more
Don't let the poem make fun of you
Now, hit me with all your might
From there all my sadness arises
One child is sitting and crying tonight
Please, my dear,
At least we know each other
Don't get fooled by your motherly yen
Cause so much fire was spit around
If this is love-
It must be insane
Translated by Ivana Jeremic Robinson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't let the poem make fun of you Now, hit me with all your might From there all my sadness arises One child is sitting and crying tonight A very sad and bitter poem in its import. It seems to me(I may be wrong) that the poem reflects the love-hate relation between the mother and the child(poet) in a distressed phase of life. But the poet is right, sometimes excessive yearning of love becomes insane. Naseer