My

Heart’s
Whispers
Revised edition
By>
Nilesh Ashok Jadhav [Nilookumar]
Vitthal Nagar, Soyagaon;
Tal; Malegaon [Nasik]
1. My Heart
One and just one
Came in my life
Not as a wife
The girl smiling
My lovely lovable
Heart, obedient to me
Suddenly woke up
And revolted:
Like an impatient brat
Jumped out unknowingly
And went to my lass.
“O my Heart
Don’t go away
Hurting me,”
I screamed; but
She’d gone away
With my dancing heart_
Part of my body, alas!
I lose; who’ll attend?
Now I stand alone
 Like a statue lonely
On the barren hill
Waiting when my dear will come.
Though days, years, ages
Pass by peacefully; yet,
I’ll wait, wait and wait
At the gate to get
What I’ve most lost.

2. Cunning sisters
Sex, O damn Demon,
Love, you changing cheat_
Both you cunning sisters
Hand in hand together
Can’t deceive or loot me.
Both you beautiful thieves!
Beware, beware!
Police in my brain there
Now on my guard,
Who, ever, pricks his baton
On my impatiently dancing
Dear heart, so near ever.
The trained army to check
Both thee and thy actions; and
If need be, to confine you
On thy full swing swift actions
If turn speedily spontaneous
Like robbers sporadically flood
To cause uncertain anarchy.
I may borrow more army,
Right from the books outside
Or awaken the special guards
Now sleeping in my chambers
To come to me and guard
And protect me properly.
Be alert, be cautious;
Else, you’d be confined
And imprisoned absolutely
Behind the bars of my chest
For ever, never to let to escape;
Or you’d be banished
Out of me, closing my doors
Perfectly and permanently.
So, remember,
Be good, nice gals, right?
Not witches to be controlled.

3. In Cold Night

One cold night

Came in my life
In winter season.
Shivering constantly
Like a tuning-fork
Stood I in dark corner.

Almost all alone

Except myself
Struggling cold winds.

Showers soon swept in

Beating me relentlessly
And softly sometimes.

No wood nearby
To bathe me
With warm breeze.

Thunderstorm roaring
As does a dinosaur
To threaten me.

My heart thumping
To come out,
To be relieved and relaxed.

My blood pmping
May turn into
Springs erupting.

“Help me, help me,”

I often yelled
Alas! None came.

Alone like a ghost

I wandered
Through vales and forests.

I searched for someone

To take me
In his arms or lap.

Oh, none and nothing

But only darkness
Carried out the job.

4. The New World

Till my eighteen
The huge world outside
Knew me not.
I, in my world evergreen,
Would wander gaily
With my cat.
Pleasure there everywhere
That I found aplenty
And enjoyed.
In the word outside, nowhere
Find I people gay
And overjoyed.
Friend mine somewhere
Trained well and fine
In the social school;
He found me stand nowhere
But in wine, making
Myself a fool.
“Don’t take me out from my world,”
I begged with my voice down.
He dragged me mercilessly
Looking upon me a sack
Of heavy burden and fully loaded.
The world outside me
Seemed to me, then, new brand.
Everyone stranger to me
And I to him, “O god!”
“How can I escape?”
I asked me.
Its desolate, desperate entity
Stroke my heart like a bullet.
The picture opposite to my senses
Threw a dagger through my spine.
I begged,
“O god! Give all pleasure
Of my world in me to this one.”
5. My Schoolmaster
My great schoolmaster
How little he knew!
Yet showed he knew
Everybody and everything.
Taught he always
Poetry in shady classroom_
The wonderful poetry
On yellow pages with torn edges
With a monotonous tone.
Happy events he told
With a grim face, and sad things
With happy lines and voice.
Shrill voice he possessed
While quarreling turns hoarse:
One day he’ll be awarded
In quarrelsome competitions
Of fights and quarrels.
His some dim words echoing
That he knew only.
Then, guys on benches yawning
Like crocodiles tend to hibernate.
Always in hurry he walks about
Sweating and panting ever;
So, he’s the fan of fans.
In ongoing debates
He thrusts heavily
Like a ram to a tree.
He does nothing but
Only blabbers and mutters
Knowing nothing of the matter
When in excitement.
How unkind turns he
Towards English, you know?
Simply relentlessly crushes it down
Under his bulldozer-tongue.
He likes songs to listen and sing;
When listens, he dances as a dragon.
When he sings, mosquitoes around him
Suddenly fly away into nothing.
His hoarse song reminded me
My friend’s old radio with torn speakers.
 But I like my teacher,
For he has an amazing nature
That of friendly attitude with
Fair, frank and fine feature.

6. The Prologue to the University Tale

The grand university
Landed in the city
So cultured and cultivated
On the rich land based
The campus big and beautiful
With trees, gardens full.
The monstrous new building
On it the flag fluttering
Angrily showing a pompous dignity.
The pupils’ actions always naughty
The staff and workers ever haughty
Bend before the ‘big’ and ‘beauty’.
The departments in net
Great in number set
Apart like strangers,
Around which sit scavengers.
A classroom each_ a small factory
Of knowledge boxes every
Kind and style, hardly mobile, vile
In manners of men,
Ever in their den
Of private life
Monotonous strife to gain
At the cost of pain
What they desire.

The rooms of college buildings

Seem neat; faint colourings
On them faded away
They look pale, not gay.
The rooms dusty and old
Glasses of the windows hold
Themselves somehow
Glistening then and now
Faintly against light.
The roads left and right
Enter somewhere and bend.
People there spend
A moment for a walk
On foot and always talk
Of burning matters and issues
That issue from the tissues
Of various lanes and corners.
The sun hot like burners
High above the sky
Makes its arduous fly
To hide its bright face
Behind the building and moves
Downwards behind the horizon.

The university hostels old and new

Almost unattended and facilities few.
Always crowding with bustling parasites
Count more than hosts, coming during nights.
Then fleeting at the dawn perfectly well,
The rectors yawning in their chairs dwell,
Shrugging off their duties and works,
Yet demand more royalties and perks.
Hostel problems for them a usual ache,
They do much little for the students’ sake.
“Problems are symbolic of the hostels”
The attendant ever to me tells.
In the hostel is my room somewhere;
Quarrelsome guys around I bear.
The hostel is awake round the clock:
Some boys learn, while others talk.
The cars and trucks run to and fro,
Along the nearby road trees grow
Slowly casting their shadows;
Behind them lie green meadows.
Here and there litter small quarters
For the administrators and teachers:
They have shadowy gloomy looks
Covered green over from corners and nooks.
Boys and girls become friends and lovers
Throw upon themselves chit-chat showers.
Many a time they seem not flirt
Their amorous looks get hearts hurt:
They first cast those honey glances,
Their hearts are hurt by lovely lances.
Some are shy; some are bold,
Some shiver lonely; others caress in cold.
Little tots play; the old bold nearby
Never ask lovers, saying, ‘who’ and ‘why’.
Here everyone’s free and seem detached
By vanity, dogma fixed attached.
Everywhere here the love-birds sing,
For some lonely ones, a sharp bloody sting.
I’m alone among many people here;
My beloved far away, yet so near.
None ever hears anything that counts
I’ve not disclosed my close whole accounts.
7. Dragon
Pity on me my lord!
Protect me, shield me
From that stupendous stroke
Of that so long a tail.
Oh, so swift and sudden
Like a stroke of flash
Instantaneously piercing the sky
As does the arrow within
The twinkling of an eye
Goes through the deer’s heart
Wounding and bleeding profusely.
Look, look my lovely lord
How he stares at me with greed
With his two glowing embers
That constantly emit fires
So hot, melting my man_
Unbending, unyielding then;
Plucking the cord in me
That time so taut, now limp.
My strong and long every limb
Now vibrates like a tuning-fork.
How rough and tough his skin!
He wants to rub himself against me;
How horrid! See, how merciless!
O my Lord, my divine friend
Throw in me through my throat
The particles of that power
Which would stand me boldly
Against what you may call
The deadly dangerous defiant dragon.
8. Touch Me Not
Touch me not you brat
Tough like iron, cast in mould
Terribly hammered soon after
Solidly shaped in fair statue,
With my limbs properly trimmed
In perfect, proper, sexy symmetry.
Hotness of my metal moulded,
Yet young as a chubby child.
So touch me not you brat
That’d burn you beyond that
You usually marginally imagine.
Then think thoughtfully throughout
Before you dare touch me!
Fairly fiery for fair touch
To some soft solid single heart
Is my boiling, burning, bare body.
So, touch me ever not, but
Go away, away beyond the bay
Lying lovely cool and calm.

9. Dear Distracted
Dear distracted friends
Confuse not yourselves
Worry not about your marks
You get in eerie exams:
Marks are mere figures,
No doubt cannot determine
You next bright futures.
They creep on your mark-sheets
Like tiny tough tricky ants.
Are you afraid of such
Tiny creatures so much?
Leave your fears aside
Next you should decide
About your life so wide
That you’ve to ride,
Thought it to guide.
Your feet are now tired;
Yet so strong to travel
Through the desert of gravel
And sand very weird.
Dear distracted friends
Confuse not yourselves
Worry not about your marks
You get in those horrible exams.
Marks are mere spots
That design your mark-sheets
And not your life-screens_
The great gorgeous canvass.
Ensure it to clean
Making it tidy and neat,
So simply sweet, lit and bright.
Swoop sharply, swift and sifting
Like a proud, powerful kite.
Cut asunder the cocky air_
The blockade on your way
Make it ever cocksure
That it says not, “Nay”.
Fly on and on, restless
Leaving behind your traces.
10.Thoughts
Thoughts come out
Bold, yet tender.
Butterflies light
Shining colour
At one place
And then another.
Strife and race
To drink nectar.
They flicker
Restless, ceaseless
Unbound recur
On themes poesy.
The Soul that’s mine;
No vision, very often
Comes out as a ghost.
Great piercing shout
Breaking almost
Thick peels of things
Gets into and
With its stings
Sucks up and
Comes out fed
And fully sated.

11.The Voices
I heard the voices
Dim and dark
Rising and spreading,
Melting in air,
Striking the drums
Of my ears,
As my dear mother
With her soft hands
Taps me gently
While in a sleep.

I heard the voices

Jolly and jovial
With their jelly,
Rubbing my heart
As some man
Does gentle massage
With his own art
And his good heart
While I lie down.

I heard these voices

Yet so far,
Soft and tender
Growing loud and
Then weak again.
Their mystery
God knows
And they only.

I heard these voices

Once very familiar
Also warm and gentle,
Binding my heart
To their cores;
But now stranger
From long range
Distant and dim.
Now…
Slowly fading away
In air.
12.Anonymous

Lord’s splendor
Spreads out the sky
Golden simmer recur
To give us joy.

The broad blue with gold

Gem on the ring
In gray, dark cold
Tense throat sing.

Tranquil times
Spread their shoots
Make some chimes
And some distant hoots.

Houses lonely
Stand far away
Shrubs those only
In strong wind sway.

A barren rock
Much frayed away
A turkey cock
Sings in May.

The next day

The cock is meat.
So many men say,
“O damn heat!”
“Go to the hell
You damn witch
Don’t to me tell
My heart will twitch”.
13.Tears

How much my tears cost?

Is weeping crime at last?
Lovers regard tears
Of their ladies as pearls
Not to be ever lost
Much dear will they cost.

When I weep or sob,

They mock and say,
“The lad has grown weak.”
And they laugh and pay
Some consolation that’s fake.
O Jesus, tell me please
How can I convince
My tears are real tears
That my eyes now evince;
They are not mere waters
That stream down
Away from the town,
And just flow away;
What more should I say?
“Leave it, leave it,
You have your own work
To do, just leave it
For your Lord’s sake.”
14.The Worldly World

Though you come and go

The world is as it is
The seeds that you sow
They grow and, then, perish.

Whether you laugh and cry

The least the world bothers
A girl’s immediate shy
First comes, then disappears.

Birds were aplenty then

Now far from sight
Hardly one is seen
What a wonderful plight!

Finally remain forests few

These friends brutally slain
Now everywhere dirt grew
That’s the thing of pain.

Safety, security, silence

Themselves seem unsafe
Things as pity and patience
Much behind left.

Courage gone, race grew

The moments of joy
Have grown few
Man simply a toy.
15. Hear, O Hear
Friends Mine Dear
Hear me, hear
My voice growing feeble
In daily din unable
To raise to that level
Which you can attain.

My deep distant voice

Echoed and vanished.
I yelled again
But listened me none.
I beat a large drum,
Alas! It was dumb.

Danced I daily,
Sang I gaily
I knew not why
Now I feel shy
To dance and sing
To play on a string.

Now I’m unable

To defeat a debacle.
Stand I here alone
Hopes all gone.
Somewhere, where?
Tell me, tell me
Friends mine dear,
Hear, O hear.

16.Leave Me Alone

Throw my body away

Dead and motionless
On the garbage; I say,
“What use it has unless
Touched by my beloved?”

Decay my body, decay.

You worms, eat it away.
Listen, “Attend me nobody.
Give me my own way
To my own beautiful paradise.”

No need of any man

To lift me to churchyard.
Far away my spirit ran.
What use of a bodyguard?
Just leave me alone.
17.Indians
Dear dogmatic Indians
Strive to receive the old
New comes late to them
To them old is ever gold.
They’re kind at occasions
Sometimes icy-cold.
Of what kind is their mould?
The world, they live, is no paradise
For many amongst them are parasites.
Who, to weaken it, find some device
To strike it with all their might.
Pollution, population, poverty
Their ever beloved friends
Who always give them good company.
Their queer mischievous trends
Are not always in sure symphony.
Sometimes giggle, sometimes laugh
Sometimes mimic, sometimes mock.
Puffing themselves like a climbing graph,
Tread their way like a Turkey cock.
Wise they seem, wisdom little in size.
Few are duties but demand many rights.
Always they dream the golden sun to rise
To get it arrange no special flights.
18. Fatima Begam
Fatima Begam rushed along
Though thick long lanes
To see her baby safe and sound
Riots burning all around.
Poisonous gas of Gujarat
Pervaded long and wide
Hatred, cruelty, severe pride
Made many men murderously mad
With a severe fad of fighting fights.
Little boys feared, women were scared,
All windy passions far furiously flared.

Fatima Begam rushed along

Through thick long lanes
To see her husband all around,
To know him come home safe and sound.
Everyone running, feared and cried;
Echoes of sounds heard far and wide.
Brave bulgy guys with their fists
Breaking many toes, necks and wrists.
Poor people underneath crudely crushed,
Their cries and yells much brutally hushed.
Fearful faces with floods of tears,
All wholly lost_ dears and cheers.

Fatima Begam rushed along

Though thick long lanes
To see her house if safe and sound
Everything burning all around.
Virulent virtues of heroic art,
The strong and sturdy with false report,
Ran with rave by the weapon support
That others gave them free of charge.
All they entered a big garage.
You wise readers can very well guess
How dire and deadly could be the mess
That brought more strong strain and stress.

Fatima Begam came nearby

The temple turgid with tumult.
The bad boys of that Satan strong
Made her stop and did much wrong.
All they gheraoed and torn her tummy
To make black caves in her mangled mummy.
Burnt her body, they threw on stones,
All flesh burnt and left only bones.
The riots burnt those poor and weak;
Everywhere reigned only tears and shriek.
Riots rigorous of every such sort
Will ever come home to lately depart.

19.The Burning Train

That moving train puffed ceaselessly,
Ran very madly with the “zhuk, zhuk, zhuk”
Someone with a weird hot whim,
Got berserk,
And pulled the strong chain ruthlessly.
The mad moving train suddenly screeched
All the faces appeared as if bleached.
The trained howled greatly
With a sharp, strong whistle.
The sounds loud came running fast then
Shouting violently, making a strong tussle.
The men inside were in hurry and bustle.
Children began crying, women were scared;
But the men outside far happily cheered
Like large demons too violently roared
When they had Great War with gods.
The madness they’d so long reared;
Like a big bomb then fully exploded
Set ablaze that train thus stopped.
The flames gaily dancing wholly ate it.
Now, only the carcasses lonely stood
Riots that ensued made no good
To the whole nation, that gravely groaned.
Too great long the event will be moaned.

20. Karim Chacha

Karim Chacha of so small a repute,
Yet unsuspected with little dispute_
Man of forty, still young bachelor:
Small visage and black coated colour,
Large-browed, wide-eyed, pug-nosed,
Rather horror-looking, yet composed;
Poverty-ridden, often scolded;
Sometimes bullied, much discarded.
Now badly in need of some small work.
He wandered lonely round the clock.
Some day moving through a thin lane
Of his town, men away to work gone.
One girl-child there lonely stood
At one door, to him she glanced:
The child was naked with a great, pretty doll.
Karim Chacha gave her too slow a call.
He wanted her, then, come soon to him
And kiss him slowly without any shame.
The child credulous came to him running
To expect a chocolate or some tasty pudding.
He carried her away, a father he seemed
But father he lacked, simply manhood stood.
He took the child at that cozy corner
Of deadly silence_ a secluded wide snare!
She was white with small red lips
That the man brutally kissed and rubbed her hips,
Started licking the clothless child
Passions violently rushing up and wide.
The child began crying to make some noise
Which he quickly pressed by mean cruel poise.
Hands manly wild wholly blocked her mouth,
Caressed her tightly with manners uncouth
And sucked from her the most vital sap
And threw the small body in the nearby gap.
The child delicate there quickly died:
Without any noise took a heavenly ride.
The man criminal far feared at first;
But quickly faded away, quenching satanic thirst.

21.Two Worlds
When two worlds meet
They cannot be separate
But become one universe
As ink and water.
You and I _ the two worlds;
You cannot establish relations_
Relations, mere conveniences
Or sticky labels or brands
That glitter like cheap tinkers.
Do you want showy glitter
Or some real substance?
We are not simply impulse-traders
Like many husbands and wives;
We are rather love-suppliers
Without profit-loss considerations_
We do not calculate exchanges:
We exist not simply to exchange
Though the world is that stock market
Where people measure things
And then exchange as traders.
Are we traders or donors?
Oh, don’t care for this world_
The biggest, most vicious business house.
Dear ones do not trade but give.
We are the bees in one beehive
That daily hum together
And sing their common song.

22.Dignified Statue
O dignified black statue!
Whose body beautifully mobile
And eyes crystal clear:
Your glance so bewitching;
 Your voice so sweet,
And the tone ringing
Make me feel glad.
O lady beloved, loving lass
Whom to love deep and broad
I’d relinquish everything
And anyone between us.
That pardah should be no barrier
Nor bonds of moribund morality
Nor even underclothes:
We will stick to each other
Rubbing so slowly & silently
To that point of ecstasy
Which none has attained.
But oh sweet lady…
Would you consent the union_
The merge of our beings
Into that zygote there
Where another one so sweet
Would come into being?
Tell me, tell me O dear
I’m so eager, so impatient
To move to that paradise
Where none would disturb us
Nor appose, nor threaten.

23.Tiny Tinsel Town

Somewhere in holy, royal Rajkot
A man of great fortune
Established near the city center
Where his dream-dust settled down
There he wonderfully built
His tiny tinsel town.
It’s a snug dwelling place
Where rich naughty goblins
Find some sort of satanic solace
In teasing teachers apace.
The great gorgeous ma’am
Always moves with a swift motion
Searching eyes running everywhere
But her mind remains calm.
Boys always babbling, girls giggling
Teachers talking, workers simply walking.
Wow, what a soothing scene!
I can’t throw such wonderful and green
Images in my mind’s dark dustbin.
Ladies there usually loitering,
Smacking their red lipstick lips,
Churn out continually endless gossips
About the city’s news, “affairs” new.
The school building’s working crew
Stand nearby, watching lazy dew.
Complaints ever lodged here and there
By some Tom, Dick and Harry;
“Oh, my god, I’m extremely sorry”,
Says a guilty one when subtly caught.
Anybody entering the building
Might find his stable mind
Running mad and getting distraught.
The branch of Human Resource
So much less concerned about
Where the school goes perforce.
The mentor’s long poking snout
With her funny language clout
Lies buried in fierce forceful fight
In chambers with members galore.
This can surely bring therefore,
In that school, unbearable bubbly blight.
One tall, brave Dinesh Nair_
A man of very tough energy
Working with so great a synergy
Has now stood a little away
And rests on his joyful darling bay.
Sachchu, with his large busy coir,
To have some name acquire,
Sings a sweet song with a great bang
Giving some ladies so sweet a pang
Of joy and laughter.
The famous school, floating here and there
On time-bound Destiny’s uncertain rafter,
Needs now a new year’s new chapter.
But in the school building, certain cocks crow,
Crows caw, cats mew, sparrows chirp, eagles watch
And vile vultures with their red hawkish eyes
Swoop, trying to catch a little prey
Running limp and yards away.
One pious soul had once there come
Untouched, unmoved in the pseudo-modern city
Declaring with a loud utterance
His moves and motives steeped in pity.
Towards the googly guys, he showed compassion
And taught them many things with great satisfaction.
But they turned against him_ ungrateful brats:
They joined their hands with ‘polite’ pussy cats
And hanged him high on the tall mighty shafts.
All the school cheered with a sudden great joy_
And shot sticky comments about the ploy on the ‘toy’
That hanged so loose and lost,
Surrounded by friends, flies and passersby.
He soon resurrected on the school building
Looking lovingly on the people below, saying,
“O Lord, forgive them, pity them
They didn’t know what they did
Everyone in the school is your kid
Let them enjoy and beat a large drum.”

24.Let my Penis Dance

O my gal, don’t run away;
I’m your pal, my heart does sway.
I won’t let go a little chance;
Let’s run on that far away sand:
My feet will run & my heart will beat,
But also, let my penis dance.
This my freedom I bluntly swear
That I’ll keep it from despair.
Come here, Love, my little Dove.
 Don’t feel shy and go awry;
Come and see that long stretched beach,
Cords of bonds there we’ll breach.
Come and rest, Love, in my arms;
Bathe me wholly with your charms.
Hold me hard and show love-card,
Rub me, kiss me; be my guard:
Sleep on me & cover all me;
Move against me, Love, to and fro:
All passions on my heart here grow.
I will never lose a single chance;
Walk here slow and hold my hand.
Our throats here hum, your lips expand;
And then there make my penis dance.

25.Kirangatha

There was one great man

In some regally royal Rajkot
With his stupendous social contact
His principles ever seemed intact.
His many glittering schools did always offer
More and more wealth in his ever-increasing coffer.
All looked so charming and stupefyingly fine
All his schools seemed superbly shine.
He was a man envied by all
He had not any grudges nor any gall
Against anyody around him ever.
But one day a disaster on him befell
He made his idiosyncrasy his Lady Behn
And called her with his mischevous tone
His Lady Freak and Poor Dove.
His wonderful dances with her shone
Every nook and corner of the city’s dreary lane.
He sang with her merrily with a damp drone,
She subtly led him to poor power Politics
Who, by His superb slippery slip
Got him tight with His great, gorgeous grip
And reduced him down to size:
A new dawn of elite politics would arise
Which can shine every school of the city.
The demand of votes would invite a pity
From every common man of regal Rajkot
Where, everytime, many a guy and girl
Wear and tear morality pant and petticoat.

26.Look At My Heart
Look at my heart you boy,
Look at my heart you girl…/refrain/
I’m alone, how to atone
For all that I’ve lost,
I’m so sad, others are glad
With all their souls
How can I stand their alone
And all my loss their bemoan
I’m alone, how to atone
For all that I’ve lost…/refrain/
My love, there alone
What can I now do?
I don’t know, which kind of show
My life can show.
How can I cry there alone
And all my loss there bemoan?
I’m alone…./refrain/

27. India is a Great!

India is a great, babe
India is a great, oho!.../refrain/
See her might, gauge her brain
See her flight, you crazy wight.
Don’t disturb, don’t perturb,
Her own flying soft feathers.
Don’t play games, don’t throw blames
On her violent rough weathers;
You can’t give her threat, oho!
You can’t give her bark…woof, woof.
You can’t lie, you crazy guy
That India is a soft nation
That India is a small nation…/refrain/
India now is so busy,
To outdo her is not easy.
Let’s move on, you have gone
Crazy with your own madness
You crazy boy, don’t her annoy
She is too your main station,
India is a great nation…
La, la, la…; He, he, he…!/refrain/
India is my great love, “Hmm..”
She is silent like a dove.
You don’t know, this is so
But she has her own slow motion
India is a great nation
He, he, he…ho, ho, ho…! /refrain/
 28. It’s My Prime Life Time
Zum za zum za zum
Zum za zum za zum…2 /refrain/
It’s my prime life time
You can make its wine.
I love it, I praise it
That I could make it smile…/refrain/
Freedom that I’ve got
I would give it not
At any cost, come what may
The world can all there say
That it’s so beautifool…/refrain/
O dear god, I’m so sad
O dear mom but I’ve lost heart
O dear love, where are you?
You have broken my heart
The pieces are spread there all…/refrain/
 29.Listen to me O Love!

Listen to me O Love!
Don’t deny, don’t defy;
You’re my great great love…/refrain/
My hazel-eyed
My bashful child
Don’t turn your
That glad good face…/refrain/
No one can say no
That you’re pretty Dove
Don’t be so afraid
You my little maid…/refrain/

30.O Dame
O dame,
Why this silence?
O dame, why indifference?
Your eyes that I see
Those will talk to me…/refrain/
Your shyness you display
One my love’s littlebay
Shyness, shyness
I can see
Bashfulness that you decree;
I know it so long
Would drag me and then hang.
Silence, silence
That you speak,
Ardently I here thus squeak
I know that you neglect
And don’t introspect…/refrain/

31.My Soul that Loves

My heart here’s to love

O my love, here I crave…/refrain/

My soul jumps to you

My heart goes to you
My passions have fast drove,
My soul to you to serve…/refrain/

My senses move to you

My organs now feel you
Your images stand before,
So lovely never before…/refrain/