Despair stabbed me on the way to delight:
Its jagged blade, forged of hardened tears,
Shore off the jasmine fragrance of the night,
Postponed the puissant dawn for another year.

O watch that won’t run, day that refuses to break!
What infernal flaw ground your gears to a halt?
How do I weather the sorrow foaming in your wake
Or, tired and alone, ward off your relentless assault?

Like a wayward meteor, I tumble through a sky
That resents me, subject to laws I never chose;
I am told the heart in love does not lie:
What then of these empty sheets and forsaken hopes?

O Lady Justice, come see what has transpired!
Surely you will listen to my appeal
And restore to life a bliss that has expired,
Lest the eternal law of love and lovers be repealed!

Monday, June 13, 2011 8:45 PM