Arise, Princess!

[Simonov]

I could cover the road,

upon which you are walking, my Beloved,

with rose petals,

so that they may cover you as a coat against rain,

inspiring you for a smile.

But I know that the wind

will blow them off

and the herd will trample them into the mud.

I know.

 

I would have sewed you a dress

from the clouds, my Beloved,

so that you could fly and sing like a bird,

enjoy freedom, rejoice and laugh as a child,

be pure and independent,

open-hearted and natural,

as flowers in the early morning.

But I know that the wind will come

and tear this dress off from you,

and tear the bliss apart,

and Your joy will be darkened by the evil.

I know.

I would have taken you with me, my Beloved,

to endless heights,

to the depths of the ocean,

I would have pleased your eye

with the beauty of endlessness

and gentleness of the prospect.

But you may open your eyes

and disappointment will be so strong

that it will bring you pain.

I know.

I would have been able, my Beloved,

to write poetry,

inserting the scent of joy

instead of punctuation marks,

beautifying the lines with Your

favorite flowers.

But I know that someone

may tear this page out and burn it,

or tear it apart,

and you will be distressed

by losing what you hadn't yet acquired.

I know.

 

I know everything.

I know everything.

I know everything.

 

But I am writing these verses

to gift you, my Beloved,

with a dress from the purple of the sky,

and the blue of Sunrise,

to please your ear

with the singing of a Rainbow

and fulfill your innermost desires

with the sounds of thunder,

and its purifying force.

Ceaselessly, my Beloved,

I keep scattering your Path

with Rose petals

and bringing you the light breeze,

which carries the purity of the Prospect.

And when I am doing this, my Beloved,

the one,

who knows,

surrenders

and tolerantly and bravely

helps me in this wonderful and noble work

of inspiring you, my Beloved.

Arise, Princess!

 

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Ramada.

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