In My Seclusion In my seclusion, I need a woman to stir The bard in me, Then slay me with nostalgia! I need a woman to sail in my heart, To die naggingly Then be revived with certainty! Do not imagine that my love Simulates others’ love! Do not imagine that feelings Are but a moment that flares up, Then ends! O my love, verily, I adore you, Seeking naught, Rather, every vein erupting within me Is but myriad river Niles! Never had I loved night before, Believe me! Yet I became insomniac after you, As I flee everything save you! Wrap me up, and protect me From agonies of love, And give me an exquisite smile, In sweet endurance! ============================= In my seclusion, I need a woman to love, To accompany me far and wide Till I pass away! I need a woman to set passion In my heart, And ignite inner silence! I need a woman deluged with love To peruse my feelings, My long silence without boredom! She has sailed in my ribs and Got used to travel for long! she lies in my heart, An internal volcano of longing The more I touch, the more perils loom up! Verily, she’s the reality I need, for poetry is penned with pains When the bard is agonized! Poetry is but a fire of longings that melted Amidst the ardors of truth and conflict! Poetry is the lover’s gaze, That bled, oozing truth, In the bosom of each farewell