Bird sings from the eaves
The heart ekes more and cheers,
But in sorrow immersed
With saturated joy, unfained,
I feel thy loving presence
But thy withdrawn present I embrace.
I wish my eyes could see
Thy beauteous face to glimpse.
Thou must be from above
With thine seasonless gracious love
That caress my heart a bliss
Though in my blindness.
I beseech thy piteous spirit
Come hither from whence thou act
Coz am blind, and always be blind
If I do not known u friend.
If you do so, even
The joy of little heaven
Will flux in my heart and soul;
And this my mouth will tell
Till infinite further
Below and above the native burgher.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great poem, Oduma...10++++++
Thanks sir I appreciate