Open your ears anywhere you are, Janet;
And hark to the rhymes of my sad song
Let it go straight to your heart
And dance to the beat of my gong
I echoed aloud with my lips
-As I sing for you from my sad lyrical-note
Upper-lips met lower-lips
And I blew for you a reconcilation-flute
Long I reclined on the tamarind
Echoeing your beautiful name;
Janet, you're still on my mind
Since you've gone like fire-wood flame
I don't know Why you hate me,
Only because now; I love you
Yesterday you were here with me
Just because I hate you
Now the more I love;
The higher you hate,
The more I try to hate;
The highest you love
Janet, I know that you love me
But you always want hate for exchange
I give you hate now come back to me
Before I turn mentally de-range
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem