Oh! Thou bee of love that stings me
Is there no sweetness in your tongue?
To relief me of the pain of love and separation
Even though I have flaunted my love and relationship
In the gallery of admiration and envy
Like the models displaying their wears on the run-way.
It is pitiable—and so it is
Just like the very first day I caught sight of her
My heart was sentenced to desire her in the council of love
And the night she fell in love with another soul
My heart was sentenced to tears and sorrow
And this pain blows in the north of my heart.
Once I loved a woman whom I thought the Spirit gave to me
But little did I know that she belong to another man.
It was at this hour of despondency she came into my life
With uncompromising coated lips she captivated my heart.
But it was another exodus of deceit and pain;
This truly was another expression of insincerity bordering in lack of interest.
Chei! You that swore by the fountain and mountain of absolute sincerity
How come about this tears that has abused the face you once beheld?
Oh! The deed is done, what is your portion as I now languish in pain?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem