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!
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