Jashmina, does my feather fly in the weather
of incessant treachery against me?
Do I always have to feed my enemies
with the bounty of my generosity?
You can imagine the helplessness of my loyalty (to you)
when it always seems to work against me
At how many battlefronts must I lose my armies?
And at how many frontiers must I fall to treacheries?
I thought our love was a miracle wonder
I ask you: How did Samson lose his thunder?
Do you remember the Supreme promised us for each other
despite the treachery of your ill-begotten father?
How must I, at the chessboard, untiringly sit
when so many devious minds work, to me, outwit?
How can you think that these sharks can have their way?
I don’t even want the moon to make my day!
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