Love
In Search of Love
From the morning to the evening,
Like a hunter tired,
Fighting with the conflicts of desires,
Swirling in smokes above love's burning pyre,
Like a spirit that is earthbound,
I feel love's torments that tear me as a hellish hound.
As I try to possess,
The cunning love unkind returns no kisses.
The lovelier fleshes' warmth and touch,
Caressing lips' passionate surge,
Where desire and dream come and merge,
Like a baffling world's thankless bird,
She flies from my grip as I fumble in passion's burning hearth,
Like a divorced man, left in misery of lust,
Stirring the heart fast and fast,
Reducing the feelings to ashes at last,
The love, that I try to grasp, flies away to the pure air and light,
Flapping its wings in the blue sky calm and quiet,
Like a dove that is ethereal and white,
It soars leaving behind incineration of a pyre.
Ay love unkind !
As I chase ,
Scuffle, and try to seize,
Like a wounded hound pierced by passion's javelin and flame,
Bleeding in jealousy , madness and hate,
I feel encircled by a fire of hell.
To feel the love that are stored in the breast,
When I grasp her in the hands and press her on my chest,
She escapes in hate
And cuts me with her eyes' loathsome gaze.
With trembling passion and sweating palm when I ask from her my passion's return,
The beauty's lips turn,
And in a misery leaves me to feel solitude's burn.
When I see her dancing with other men jealousy burns like a pyre,
Sorrows swirl as smoke from an unquenchable fire,
I find no cure for this ill,
In the chest strong like steel,
My weakness I am unable to conceal.
When I try to imprison her behind locked door with a guard,
Sorrow and remorse lock my heart,
When I let her go free,
She imprisons me with jealousy's key.
In search of love when she hums like a bee,
Through the woods I hie,
Around the lakes I hide, spy and see,
And watch that to no other man she offers her love but to me.
O !
I am the sun and you are the moon,
You are born of the ocean and I am of the fire,
Between us there is only love and desire.
As the mind tries to possess,
The passionate heart its weakness confesses:
The cunning love unkind ends before it begins,
Like a dream it departs before I lean.
Like a caterpillar walking on tender leaves,
As the passion with its thousand legs ,
The beauteous flower tries to awake,
And in shame the bud its resistance make,
When tearing the clothes and leaning on the breast I try to undress,
The wanton heart devours the beauty itself that it wants to possess.
Like thousand bees in search of honey when I on her bosom move,
Like in a garden full of flowers where insects throng as constant nuisance and source of pain and woe,
She her love's light removes.
When like a young fire a kiss I beg,
She rests under the burning body as a senseless stone without any blaze.
Fire! Burn thy fire...!
O master and god of desire !
Who sets the hearts of the creatures in the earth's labyrinth in fire and burn,
End this suffering's churn.
O love’s hunter burning in hell !
Sinking in the darkness where the stars sink behind the night's veil,
Dart with your radiant spear the heart that roams in the jungle of passion as love's notorious male,
Kindling the torches of flames,
Hunt in the heart the stags that leap around wild and untamed.
Nay, beauty and love!
My living sorrow !
Do not look at me with pity and disdain,
In my heart where the dead the livings exhilarate,
The power of the evil exalts the will-to-power from the morning to the sunset,
Before war and bloodshed the dark hours’ conflicts resolve,
The fiery sun sinks as the disc of the night as it revolves,
See in the horizon the clouds and storms
As the death’s and life’s dancing forms.