Wife
O’ God!
Her heart won’t brighten
Nor would it fill with affection
Prayed you might find a way
A way you found,
but,
she won’t become a wayfarer
I was at fault
God! Forgive my sin,
for which she won’t agree to return
Forgiveness and respect are children of love
Alack! For me she did not fall in love
Love sprouts flower from thorn
But,
her tongue’s thorn,
flower will not
My bloody heart, I laid at her steps
She walked on it, she didn’t care
She won’t see burning pain in my heart
She won’t tender to my zest, and my sight
I have no ability to stay anymore
O’ God!
Forgive me!
She didn’t grow into a wife
Original Farsi poem by The Prince
Blog Image by Vincent van Gogh,
