Monday, February 16, 2009
Don’t overlook my misery by fluttering your eyes,
and weaving tales; My patience has over-brimmed.
O sweetheart, why don’t you clasp me to your heart
like in the long curls of the night we separated,
after the short lived day of our union?
How will I pass the dark dungeon night
without your face before me,.
Suddenly, using a thousand wiles,
those enchanting eyes robbed me
of my tranquil mind;
Who would explain this to my darling?
Tossed and bewildered, like a flickering candle,
I roam about in the fire of love;
sleepless eyes, restless body.
She neither comes, nor sends any message.
In honour of the day, should I meet my beloved
again, the one who has lured me so long,
I shall keep my heart silent
and so get a chance to practise her trickery.