Brevity kills the soul of love, for
Lover’s wine will never cease to flow

O the one dressed in my passion
Love for whom is the only fashion

O the one soaked in tears
Heart whose my absence fears

Ask me not to make it fast
Love is not to be told in haste

Ask me not to be terse
The love-battle too fierce

To convey love isn’t easy
It isn’t meant for those busy

The time in this life too short
Too little for drawing even a dot

Then how to write of my love
In words which not more than few

The tale of love is too vast
To make it quick isn’t just

The nightingale lengthens his song
An excuse to see the Rose for time long

O the one who put me in craze
Who kindled my nights to days

Take it from the lover in Jaihoon
Love and its tale not to be told so soon

Brevity kills the soul of love, for
Lover’s wine never ceases to flow

June 28 2010