Jaildom

Abruptly, a princess assailed my heart with love’s javelin I relinquish - a willing slave, I come before you O Azrael, angel of death carrying a scythe And carrying souls to the afterlife Here’s my breath, here’s my soul Take them – sleep of the just let my soul bear! Spare my dear love’s life! Pierce her not with the arrow of melancholiness ! For a thousand souls I shall extinguish if her soul is assailed Foes upbraid me with the love I have for you They say: Why have you decided to endure the taint of jaildom? Can’t you see? Both your soul and life is guided by her will Free yourself you son of a schmuck! O headless man, why have you lost the creator’s – sense-restoration cup? Wake up and show what you have found in love of sorrow and ignorance! Failure stares at you! But I tell them: Is there any sense in lapidating one who is smitten with a lady? My soul has found a dwelling in her heart where love is in its place And her face, a spectrum of serenity and light My soul is at ease when I smell her amber scented locks Can a man ever avoid such mithridate? An hour spent with my love is a pilgrimage of honour and prestige! So nemesis of our love, Allow my soul into love’s servitude!