Blacky night deepens
Firmament bedews the earth
Silence reign all over
I lose my conscious
Under the grave of deep sleep.
Just at this moment
Silently, thief or dacoit
Can't guess
Somebody enters my home
But, at my gate
Your sweet remembrances bark suddenly
The dumb night trembles
My soul-lion got up with a cry
Mini, Mini....
I run with a torch
But, got nobody other than your remembrance
Licking my soul in dalliance
Lion falls in love with the slut
And blacky night deepens again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The soul-lion carries its own night within it, because it is susceptible to the charms of an illusory female presence, a succubus as it were. May the soul-lion at least know its own vulnerability. Thank you for such soul-baring honesty.
Honestly I thank u Sir.Because, seldom people understand what you have caught.