To self-oblivion. Devout
Was their affection, and the bout
Of their strong passion was so bright.
He met her when the Sun was setting,
And the rainbow across the sky
Gladdened the kind dreamer’s eye;
High in the clouds a lark was singing.
They met by accident in the garden,
Where thousands of tulips bloomed.
The air was filled with sweet perfume,
Which was so pleasant and so ardent.
Their lips in rapturous elation
Whispered the words of gaiety,
And lost in sweetest reverie,
They lived in a state of admiration.
He loved his flame with awe divine,
She loved him wholeheartedly.
They played with their kind destiny,
Together drank their love’s red wine.
He showered her with fragrant flowers:
Chrysanthemums and lilies. And
The orchid petals’ subtle scent
Begot their love’s majestic power.
The flicker of their happy feelings
Flashed like a summer fire-ball
And disappeared once and for all,
Their parting sorrowful, foreboding.
O Love! O Love! Eternal love!
Bliss, holiness and sufferings
You grant to all the human beings,
Which they receive from the skies above.
Summer 2009