Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one's might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.

I fear the way you love me:
That tender-touching kiss
Seducing me to nightly
Sink deep in your abyss.

Those smooth caresses take me
To places that I dread,
Your cunning fingers rouse me
To plan such lies ahead.

But while we writhe and tumble
In lust's hypnotic hold,
I fear the final stumble
That will see the truth unfold.

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

Hey, handsome lover of a lonely girl!
Why don't you hold her hand...?
Let your skin talk with hers...
To her ears, let yourself chant...

Hey, sharp-gazed lover of a dreamy girl!
Why don't you touch her cheek...?
Let your skin talk with hers...
In her eyes, let yourself seek...

Hey, warm-armed lover of a shivering girl!
Why don't you cage her in your arms...?
Let your skin talk with hers...
To her soul, send your charms...

Hey, sleepy lover of an ardent girl!
Why don't you make her lips pink...?
Let your skin talk with hers...
Into her, let yourself sink...

July 31st,2009