A Love Poem: She and I

Written by my father

Translated by me

I'm dying to sleep, but oh

She's eager to get going

All because of a little window

And tempers that are blowing

I close it gingerly

So she demands it open

I want to sleep, but woefully

She'll shake it till it's broken

She longs for flowers

And I—for chocolate

She wants adventure at all hours

While I dream only ‘bout my ballad

I want the window closed

And she prefers it open

She hates that I have snored

In concerts, and never woken

She deserves dresses galore

And a burning passion

Yet I have only two loves, no more:

My homeland and my nation

Two loves that I adore

Are me, and you with a bouquet 

And one more

The Sabbath day.

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