I Shall Become

Darling, I shall become a flower in the flower vase of your heart. I shall dry my essence, if I have to, stopping for a moment there. I shall become, light of that eye, a birth-blotch on your cheek, a necklace of pearls I shall roll day and night around your neck. I shall be beauty of your limbs and incense in wedding night, dreams in deep slumber, and water on eyelids. I shall be queen on your love's throne, O my king , and dust under your feet, O my life's lord. The flower that blooms and, drops down in silence does leave its odour in heart's secret chamber. [Original: Tomar buker fuldanite; Translation: Mohammad Nurul Huda]