LEILA, your black beauty,
Has caught me in Love's cruel snare;
And now, when you have caught me,
You test my forbearance, and leave me to suffer;
In your captivity, pain hangs heavily on my heart,
Pining and waiting for your blissful appointment;
But, you hold me captive and play tricks on my eyes;
Sometimes you show me a glimpse,
Sometimes in darkness you hide;
While I drink stealithily the draught of death
from your eyes,
The intoxicated soul looks on you with hope,
That soon would you bid adieu to my chains;
I believe you will take pity on me,
And relieve me of my pangs of separation too.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful plea. A great love poem.