a very beautiful poem 

A very beautiful poem 

As if a spy from you
Were  watching my inclinations,
And another were watching
My gaze and tongue.

Whenever my eyes saw,
After you, any sight
Displeasing to you, I thought:
They’ve seen me.

And whenever from my mouth,
There emerged, in front of you,
A word meant for another than you,
I thought: 

They’ve heard me,

And whenever through the secret of my heart
There passed, after you, a thought
For another than you,
They pull up on my reins.

These brothers sincere — I wearied
Of their speech
And seized back from them
My gaze and tongue.

Renunciation could not console me
For their loss
Until I experienced you
Witnessed in every place.

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