Jalandhar And Roseign Poem by Munashe Rupazo

SCENE 1:
They grew together, learned together and in the escort of friendship they bore fractionating intimacy. In the custom of the monarchy, however, the young legitimates knew not the other’s minds until at a later age in puberty when their hearts intrigued. Princess Roseign was a year after Prince Jalandhar and the magnitude of their homes a few naps in thrice. The played together much in their growing and in usual the scope of the eye comprehended their conversations. It came to pass then the outbreak of the 1715 war shook the tremors of Vienna and all man had to win victory by weapon.
Prince Jalandhar departed for war and Princessa Roseign, in despair, remained in Vilnius with her cousins. He left her a vow, a solemn promise that whichever he would greet. He left, and in a while left her again, until he could no longer greet and hence passed on in her letters. During the massive, hideous slaughter a few man had left in Vilnius and a less few had remained for defense. So did the king with the rest of Vilnius.
Queen of Vilnius and Princessa Roseign (daughter) sat at table by night awaiting super commencement. They chat brief as King enters with his two sons.

Queen: “What now? Yee eat no longer, yee ta’k no much. Whatever he has done upon yee has so much worry to the family.”
P. R.: “Mother, it is not he who burdens our liven”.
Queen: “Alas! Yee shan’t lie my child. He dies.”
King: “What is? I heard what I thought did I? ”
Cousin: “Father, yee may sit.” As he pulls out the chair for’m.
P.R.: “It is not what you inspire, father.”
King: “Then what is? I heard from thine ears, will you speak? ”
Queen: “Hustle down my love. It is the Prince of Vienna that lapse the roof of our tranquility.”
King: “Child, flirting with a man thou? ” He turns to Princessa in severe anxiety.
P. R.: “Father, my tongue I speak, my lips I kiss. What most do thee desire upon my wish. It is he I love and he I want! ” She pulls from the table into her room and weeps.


Cousin Prince enters her room after a short knock and comes forth his sister.
Cousin: “Sister, being of my blood, tell m’ the cause.”
P. R.: Weeping “He writes no longer. Has he denied my heart? ”
Cousin: “I presume he shall whither vow by his heart.”
: EXIT



The Prince thus returns 3 years down the line. The Prince fretting to knock on the door and meeting the fuming father uses Roseign’s old window. At first Roseign does not know. She does not know…………


SCENE 2:

PART 1


Prince


Her lips, her smile
Her beauty propels mine intrepidity.
Her eyes catch my glance
And her beauty prone mine intrepidity.

In her room she lay,
There at window my elevation narrows by.
She broadens mine heart by her unspeakable beauty
If nature be that lovely
So be her majesty
Dear blue eyed little sweetheart mine.

At war we kill and win victory,
Here I am at a love battle between you and I.
Our two little hearts pump likely.
Victory which you desire I wish only,
To be by mine hand when I move by
Her alone that I love mine

Nature red tongue and jaw
Your beauty senorita gives me the awe
Since I confess my feeling so
I tell your highness your beauty I saw
Like a tenant that pays with a saw.
Let us speak till we hear its dawn*



Princess

Mine Prince are they not spoken
The elders of Vilnius will be mocked.
We should value the heritage as our custom,
Alas it is late in the sky and cold at ground.

Your power gives you not what you want.
If it is wealth, then you will prey what you hunt.
At battle you might kill and win victory
But the king will enrage and win your dignity.
Thus mine Prince, as I already desire,
Won’t you cease now, and let his majesty retire.
I though as much as you partner your sword
Then won’t you cease now, and stick to my word?




Prince

Had I trod and gone afar?
Had I known you were there after?
Princessa Roseign, it is Jalandhar that speaketh
My heart totters and breaketh.
I fear my love with no reject
And his majesty, likewise I respect.
It will then surprise them not
I wrote to her majesty much not
But to me I be in amuse
As to thee, mine Princessa shant refuse
Farewell my love let us meet at time.
Sleep well and let not the bugs bereft mine.





Princess

Hark! My word I spit
Harken my love I admit.
They say blind love never chooses
What if I have most the voices?
And mine heart has the least to say
Even if I had none the best mislay!



Prince

Then let me attain my due
I owe thy bereft after the rue
If thy presence tells me by olfaction
Then mine life I give of the fraction
I am humbled by thy penitence
Whence I embrace mine patience.



Princess

Prince Jalandhar, my heart they slay
My brother’s corpse they display.
Shant I store my strength standing
When all the mishap I’m not understanding.
Truly my heart bleeds in pain
Every whence there has no gain



Prince

Then come with me to Vienna
I will warm your tears in favor.
Mine heart bleeds with yours when you pain
For every whence there has no gain.
Come with me, Princessa Roseign
With me we will rule Vienna in reign.