When spring broke....,
She became very slim,
Tender, tempting her
To wander in the woods
Like a blossoming vine buds...
Seeking him in small hunts and tents
In the green valleys and hills
The God of love increased her nightmare,
Distressing her with rambling thoughts,
And her friend with blue eyes
And red lips
Sang to heighten the mood;
A song of lust and love.
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem