LOVERS CALL

For this distance of my loves, I saw myself
alone and abandoned by all messengers of happiness:
my worries have increased and sentenced me
now to live under the bite of a low heat. 

I can not get a person after using them,
nor familiar conversations compassionate,
except tears that have given rise extensively on my cheeks
heavy gray clouds hanging over their freshness.

My tears come from an abundant source, inexhaustible,
and express the grief of a martyred heart.
While my soul to despair urges
to rest without being fed some hope in the tomb.

Woe to the century oppressor, tyrannical and cruel,
person who takes pity among all humans.
It made me fall into a misfortune that has no end,
and more has never stopped persecuting me.

Flower is commensal which leaves me not,
and affliction, the companion of my long vigils;
I sail away from any country of happiness lives;
I live close to the affliction, my neighbor cruel.

In the morning I spent with increased sadness,
wearing a black dress desolation:
ocean of tears, lying on my cheeks,
stretching away from my eyes, ocean without reflux.

My desires so much weakened and consumed me,
by a day spent with my dear love,
I became a man with a weak heart and weak,
lost in an arid areas and dry solitude.

And my desire for them has increased in this weakness,
and I chose to stay in this state,
rooted in this anguish lasts kills and grieve,
adding to the difficulties I am to live.

I weep for those nights we both lived,
those nights that now have disappeared in the past.
I weep for my interviews, heartfelt confidences
with the full moon, shining face.

A wine that intoxicated us traded between us,
flowing into discrete whispers, filling us with excitement,
paying full-board a life in a passionate heart,
which gradually healed of evil tyranny.

These short moments of true happiness are green meadows,
whose beauty held me captive in his bonds.
These moments of joy have driven me away from my worries,
and forget all the evil that I have experienced myself.

Flanks the caresses of wind sports have scratched,
while a resplendent light appeared,
as a sweet amber fragrance floated around,
spreading the scent of precious spices.

For her, unknown birds came chirp
above us, perched on green branches,
and the trees appeared the morning after that day
heavy fine new fruits that our night had ripened.

 

 My heart had seen his passion to grow their daffodils,
whose subtle and sweet odor with him was held;
my heart was relieved of his sentence and his troubles,
taking full force in basil green smell.

And she waved flexible branches of the willow,
like spears whose size was similar to that
my loves or flexible feathers or hides
brown glow of a bunch of well-ripened fruit.

By water, fertilizing and clear, abundantly fed,
both lasted under the foliage a bird chirping,
As the turtle has vented his tender complaint,
in the light breath of wind, and surrounded by flowers

 Copyright © 2015 by Oyelalu Joshua