Moonlit Flowers

You sit enthroned in the depths of the cave, just like Cleopatra.

To serve you,

I tirelessly wander everywhere.

To win your favor,

I steal all kinds of gaudy offerings.

And yet, I have never seen

your dark blue eyes or your water-like smile,

as though a water lily were blooming.

You sit upon a throne carved with the head of a lion.

Your skin, bathed in the color of ebony.

Sometimes I light a candle

and kneel at your feet.

Even when the ornaments on my chest shine with the brilliance of Sirius,

you never raise your eyes.

Now I am as good as dead.

The face of a child belonging to this country

has vanished in the flames...

---------Zamde