Lorena My Behula-bride
When evening appears here on my land,
there starts day in your country;
here night approaches with the hood of snake,
the heart of Lakhindar* trembles in fear.
When night falls down there at your home,
here the magpies whistle in trees;
your whole body sweats there in fright,
for you smell the venom of snake in the air.
Lorena, o my Behula-bride*,
we won't live in two different evenings more;
we will collect honey from the same flower,
we will cultivate our love in the same field.
We will see the same dawn with our four eyes,
we will touch the same night with our two hearts;
if we die, my bride, for the cause of love,
we will sleep in two graves side by side.
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Lakhindar and Behula, a mythical pair of love; Lakhindar was bitten by snake and his beloved wife Behula saved his life by her chastity.
poem by Sayeed Abubakar
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