I.
Room after room,
I hunt the house through
We inhabit together.
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her---
Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!
As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:
Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.
II.
Yet the day wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune---
Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.
Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.
Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares?
But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore,
Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. An insightful piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing......................
Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter. Spend my whole day in the quest, - -who cares? great
Love is mystery, yet truth. A romantic search of Love throughout the Life, an extraordinary poem from an extraordinary poet. Chandan .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Searching for the love with all hopes. A poem nicely described. Thanks for sharing the poem of a great poet.