Shepherd's Maiden Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

Would you come with me to the meadows?
You that melt my heart come the shepherd speak.
There silence reigns and lovers laugh to all comers.
The grass will be green and the sun shall be gold.
If we hurry strawberries will be red like our hearts.
Other shepherds hurry too for their maidens to beat the sunset.
Hurry! Let me hold your hand and walk side by side.
Widows sit with their legs crossed and speak keenly of the past,
While Widowers prance about to chance and charm.
Come my love hurry your poetry lie hidden under hawthorn,
Before shepherds see and sing it for their maidens.
You see by the blackberry tree the princess weeps,
And farther up the valley, the prince strolls secretly with a lover.
You will never weep for my cause like the princess do.
Here my love strawberries are ripe and ready look and pick.
Come sweet maiden hark and be silent your poetry is found.