Love

When my beloved spoke,

 There was no doubt the trees gave a

    prolonged enthusiastic applause.

   Hidden ore, you are the gold in me

   How I wish love were a prison,

 I would have craved for eternal jaildom – our souls be kept there

  Your handsomeness, a sceptre to scare even

  The devil

  That the birds are shy to flaunt their beauty

  in your presence

  Why will I leave the interior cavern of your

  Heart where I have been kept from

  Separation ?

  The world is full of dissension and discord

  I need it not!

  O you who have compared your figure to the

  Oak and cypress trees

  Accept this truth: my heart will be wounded

  If there’s any separation inhumane

  So hold it dear, my love for a life gratis I 

  shall not exchange...