To my Beloved - written by Sheik Yerbutti Jhon Dhaur

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I see seated in sadness
You, who watch the crawling
Sun cross, lazily, the sky
Your have left the sorry fields
Country girl, dry your eyes
Cross hot rains from oceans,
Water falls wild warm winds
It calms not your fears
Washes not your tears
Empty arms are frail
Aching cold, they grow
Nervous, shake, your breasts
Your eyes close to rest


See the tears you cry
Know the pain you hide
Dry your eyes country girl
Dry your eyes
Dates drop brake their branches
For you
Grapes burst, vines wavier
For you
Bloom on bush, Strawberries
for you
It calms not your tears?
Eases not your fears?
Apricots lowers to your hand
Fig falls ripe from the tree
So much does the world
Want to ease your pain
See glimmering lights
Break the black of night
They come out for you
Hear them sing to you
You body weeps and shakes
Your body calls for ease
The world hears its call
Touches you with wind
the sun has set just so
you could rest your eyes
tomorrow the sun will rise
just to warm your skin

I look to your ankles
On the knife of memory
Teasing tones sooth
Taken by the rose
your skin is scented
like a rose
My fingers tips demand
Insides of your arms
Tender flesh behind your ear
Your neck
Still your chest heaves hard
You stop earth’s bloom within
You stop your bud’s blooming
You hold your pedals from obeying
Your arms so strong and live
Your chest is broad and wide
Your eyes they can not see
What they have done to to me
the love of my eyes
For your strange eyes luring ,
Blowing over my soul
Like a wind of spices.
A song heard rising
Tender pitiful worship
From the garden of my heart.
Beautiful wild flower
Of the hedges,
my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.

Come to me my county girl
I will bend the night around as our blanket
I will extinguish the stars from your sky
Will you bend your head to me
for a kiss