VALENTINE FOR EVER

VALENTINE FOR EVER                 

Have you seen that Winged Boy

And his Flying Arrow?

Asking, seen that Winged Boy

And his Flying Arrow?

To win his service

I’ll buy or borrow

In a little garden

Close by the stream

Say, in a little garden

Close by the stream

A Famous Flower, sweet ‘n supple

Day and night delights my dream

Draw that bow

Let the arrow fly

Please, draw that bow

Let the arrow fly

Above the trees

Below the sky

Straight to the heart

Of the Waiting One

Say, straight to the heart

Of the Waiting One

Eleyinjuege, Onigeleara*

Spirit of Light, Beloved of the sun

Parallel lines meet

In the region below her belt

Yes, parallel lines meet

In the region below her belt

Restless Flame forever burning

With quenchless zest

Pluck me a fruit

From her Tree of Passion

Say, pluck me a fruit

From her Tree of Passion

Soft, sweet, alive with juice

This honey hive my endless portion

There is a restless tail

To my homing sparrow

Yes, a restless tail

To my homing sparrow

Just draw that bow

And unleash the arrow

*She with the delicate eyeball, whose head-gear is truly spectacular

Adumaradan

Adumaradan*
Your love engulfs me
As the harmattan overwhelms the heat
I will pledge a thousand favours to the wind
To courier my voice to your ears
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
Since the day I set eyes on you
Since the day I had a glimpse of your beauty
Your love has ridden me like a horse of wild winds
I cannot sleep; repose is far from my eyes
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
Adumaradan of inestimable beauty
You are the palm oil, honour of the soup
You are the whiteness which proclaims the splendour of the teeth
You are camwood, deep red in the house of beauty
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
What is the weaverbird’s work if not the building of wondrous nests
What is the crab’s task if not the digging of holes in the swamp
What job has the scarab beetle besides the music of the heights
What is the lover’s duty if not the pouring of honey into the ears of the beloved
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
Teeth-whiter-than-new-coins, owner of the alluring toothgap
She of the bouncing buttocks, who-adorns-the-chest-with-breasts
Adufe**, paragon of beauty so full of wisdom
Come let’s play the game of the young and free
Adumaradan, come close to me
So you can behold the honour of my presence
Notes
* One-whose-blackness-is-the-beauty-of-her-skin
** The-one-for-whose-favour-the-world-competes