VIEWS – 609 – 12/6/2011
VIEWS – 1006 – 14 JANUARY 2012
The wife of the Emperor
You took our love and have you done with silver coins.
You sell the love poems that you wrote for me
And with their money you buys wine cups,
I pray that you remain dumb
You do not write more poems.
Because wine hurts us both
And the words of your heart
Have become the common language
of the concubines of Emperor.