Kamadeva - Mihai Eminescu

Hurt by love's terrible drama
Wishing to repair my heart,
In my sleep, I've called god Kama –
Kamadeva, good and smart.

He has come in his own fashion
On a parrot, from the south,
Smiling falsely, but with passion,
With his coral colored mouth.

Has no wings and all the arrows
In his quiver nice and long
Were replaced by poisoned flowers
From the Ganges brought along.

In his bow he put a flower
And he shot me in the chest
So, at night, hour by hour,
I cry softly when I rest...

With his poisoned arrow surely
Has arrived to give me pain
Son of heaven, acting purely,
And of wishes that are vain.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


see more poems written by: Mihai Eminescu



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