Oh, husband mine!

 

                         Oh, husband mine!

                                        By

                                 AA.Santhi

(Published in page number 37 of Snehithi (Tamil magazine) July 16-31

                        Feeble translation attempt

                                       By

                           P.R.Ramachander

 

Your first touch with your little finger,

Is deep in the jewel box of my mind.

 

No other ray has been able to overtake your eyes,

And pierce in my mind so far….

 

My sorrows have never sought anything,

Other than your shoulders!

 

My head has not met a better pillow,

Than your chest!

 

No scent, ever has been able to win my nose,

Over the aroma of the sweat of your body,

As a result of very hard work

 

The love of your lips or the dashing of your hand,

Is the same for my cheeks?

 

Like this, the love as well as love tiffs with you

Are in thousands for me.

 

But all this did die a sudden death, dear, in your late night,

Rumbling command, “Hey, get lost and move away.”