Since then
You entered in my heart
in a swan like grace, and
have linked my smiles to unseen tears,
and threw me
into an endless chase, where
silence tickles the melting hopes.
Thy music sweet O love! has
no harp nor flute but
some bitter beats
that swarm
in the hollow streets, and fooled
my filthy passions
and self esteem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
enjoyed the first stanza where silence tickled and pinched, the filthy passions of the second stanza if replaced with honourable adoration might have saved some self esteem, the title drew me in, an interesting poem :) 10 for intrigue :)