The caravan of our love
Follows arduous ways.
Saadi
From a life all too facile I wanted to flee.
The aim of my life, and I shared it with you,
Was to leap from the heights, like a stream falling free,
To split the great rocks that from summits I view
So the heart of the mountains I love I might see.

There's one thing I know – «Easy come, easy go!»
Fragile milestones collapse when the winter winds blow.

When I gazed in your eyes with the probe of my love
Then I yearned to pull stars from the skies up above,
For such brilliant pendants your ears should adorn.
I was sure I would perish, consumed by my love,
But to love you again – once again to be born.

A meeting extends into infinite time
When affection is boundless, eternal, sublime.

The way should be hard if there's love at its end.
The paths to a woman leave a man with no breath,
Rend the spirit, but then to the summits ascend.
As a cock when beheaded throbs black before death,
So our hearts, to reach love, with its torments contend.

I yearn for a love that will stand any test,
A love that's untamed and never knows rest.

How sad that we two have not chosen that way,
My tongue would now sing a far sweeter song,
Our love's caravan I would guide till this day
At dawn over paths poets travelled along,
And your well-beloved image my eyes would display.

My heart's woeful beat is the caravan's bell.
It is wounded and throbbing an ominous knell.

1966