PALLIATIVE POEMS: WILLIAMSJI TRANSLATES

DANCE OF BACCHUS

 

Poetess Shaiqua Murshed

Hold the chalice to my lips
Let me drink of the wine
That shines before my eyes
Crimson drops in burgundy ripples
Of dark amber and sangria
Mulled and heady
I am lost to love
If the rains be the music
Of my heart
Let me sing with wild abandon
Let me bathe in the wine
That flows from my lips
Let me drown
In the depths of desire
As I see you burning
But
It is not you that burns
It is I
With a madness that
Drives me insane
Tarry awhile
It is raining again
Rivulets of wine
Bacchanal
In a frenzied blood
I am not burning
It is you
You and I are burning alive
In the rains
In a love
Consummated by madness