I am a bee; I love you as I love nectar,
for your incorporeal sweetness,
—racked with sobs of the gods—
I die and undie, die and undie, die!
Like sweet pollens, come relish the taste of honeysuckles
And bask in the euphoria of diases and flowers
Unleash the longing for nature juice
And begot sweetness
Women are the sea I see,
the light that light my belly’s night,
yet the blood that flood my food
none serves me the drinks of the gods.
O beloved bee!
Of blooms and petals, come dive into the realm of sweetness.
Let’s weave the circle of magic
Amidst the serenity of nature call.
They say; vale leads to Valkarys,
& hill leads to the bush of flowers, trees
where no eyelid had once winked.
Of time, I ‘d be served nectar by you.
Fly swiftly with grace and grandeur
Come and take a sip of pure heaven
With time and seasons, our bond grows no bound
In the glows of honeypot.
In the fresh morning is fresh nectar,
Hold on, take my hands,
as we are summoned to the holy sky
to take the drinks of the gods.
Oh beloved bee! Of Autumns and springs
Answer the clarion call of succulent haze
Submerse in my honey buds
Isn’t the rainbow a charming luck?
Omar Muaz et. Aeesha Abdullahi Alhaji via Northern Literary Forum.