A Vernal Verse

O My dear Spring! You are the

Monarch of the kingdom of

Laila Majnu, please touch me

With your Southern Breeze-

Arms.

O My dear Spring! The creator

Of the Lover's Paradise with

Eternal music of Cuckoo and

Nightingale, please teach me

Lessons of True Love devoid

Of vices.

O, My dear Vernal Breeze!

Please dip me into your

Circle of aromatic snare for

Letting me impress my lover

With a sound kiss with a

Reciprocation of her lipstick

Kiss.

O, My dear Vernal Cuckoo!

Give me your sweet cooing

Tone whereby I can sing at

The ears of my sweetheart

To arouse her enthu so as

To achieve loving bliss.

O My dear Cupid god

Please sting me with your

Arrows of Love for making

Me a lovelorn so that I may

Perceive the efficacy of

True love instead of a

Carnal Fuse.

O My dear Monarch Spring 

Of the domain of the lovers'

Hearts with the sense of

Psychosomatic love, please

Give me austerity on the path

Of lovemaking so that I can

Recognize my lover's soul

Instead of her body like a

Goose.

O, My dear Vernal Chief!

Let me move in the

A terrestrial field like a love doll

Made of flesh and soul to

Move mankind with a

Spirit of Eternal Love without

Any carnality as well as a

Teacher of sexual morality

 To be followed by the modern

Astray youngsters.

O My dear Spring god I pray

Thee to be merciful and kind to

The global people towards a

Humanely living without

Chaotic brutality, without any 

The uproar of women on the

Infringement of their aura

Of chastity, with prior

Permission to satisfy their

Libidoes as:

You are the Patron of

Exceptional Human love in

The dual sense of construction

And the destruction of the beautiful

Global race of Mankind that

Lovemaking and love breaking

Are always the playing dolls of

Your Breezy hands.

O my dear Spring, please

Spread your loving hands of

Southern gentle breeze now

To all over the globe with your

Healing touch to inject due

Human qualities into their

Brutal hearts for pioneering

Of a better world of the

Universe.

O My dear Spring please make

The gentle clapping sound of

Your Breeze to teach the

Languages of love to the Global

Mankind with special care for

Ultra-modern unruly young mass

Without any bias.