– Jaihoon

To each thing in this world
A price apt has He assigned

Nothing in life is gained free
The fruit is for those who strive up the tree

O dear one.
Your thought aches my solitary heart
As if on my wound is rubbed salt

O dear one
Pray to lessen your sweet thoughts
Suffer me not as a mirror put between stones

But let not your prayer make me forget
That you remain no more in this lover’s heart
And I become as a dry wood
In the desert of this cruel world

Ah! Is Solitude the twin of Affinity?
This Pain-price for love is so hefty!

Love is a strange state of bewilderment –
Heart is lost between remembrance and forgetfulness
Lover can neither bear the pain of her memories
Nor walk away from the garden ignoring her scent

With her thoughts his heart is a bleeding rose
Without her it becomes a thorny desert cactus

To each thing in this world
A price apt has He assigned

Nothing in life is gained free
The fruit is for those who strive up the tree

March 18 2005.

Notes

Nothing in this world is gained free. The price we pay for Love is the suffering we undergo in the absence of the beloved, short or long.

In this poem, the lover is pleading his beloved to pray to God for reducing her thughts for him. But at the same time, he also warns her that let not the same prayer become a cause to make him forget her completely.

The poet thus concludes that love is a state of dilemma in which both aspects are feared by the lover.