When My Beloved is Angry When you are angry, beloved I be the happiest of lovers Do you know why? ?And why shouldn't you know without your anger Wintery nights are deprived Of the embrace of the fire-place without your anger Waves subside And the winds die down Causing the ships to wander away from their harbor Without your anger Tempests lose the demon's hand That slap Without your anger The coffee cup loses its warmth At the time of meeting Without your anger The Fall Season loses it whimsical mood Without your anger The world would lose its oil And the necks of pretty women Would no longer gleam with diamond luster Rage on, my beloved, rage on Deprive not the earth of its precious treasures That have been fashioned By your fire Nor take away from meteorology The maps drawn by your Madness and arrogance ,Do show vexation, my sweetheart And don't let anger fail to score The medal of your beauty! O, when you are mad, my Roman Cat! Do scratch my arm Drag the edge of my coat Chew on my shoelaces Climb on my back And playfully stretch atop my shoulders Pull with your little teeth your red collar Free yourself from your little bell And leap and bound In every corner of my heart Scatter my desk papers Smash the flower vases On the verandah of my soul Tear the jasmine curtains Tear apart the strings of my sheets And let them enwrap your little follies Toss around within their silken nets Play with my bundled socks Smack it with your paws Roll it around and roll yourself as well Get inside my woolen sweater Let it entrap your stubborn naughtiness And growl Knock down my laser lamp And swing on its spiral beams Give in to anger, my mischievous cat And let your anger multiply ever more And when the bestiality of your fur subsides And you calm dawn Amidst my arboreal pillows Dig in your rosy claws and crouch Let me hear your innocent snoring Let me kiss you Even though I know That you would scratch my cheek And run away Be angry my little lioness Be angry My dear cat Time and again Never refrain From being angry