Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The ending of quandary

I'm in a bad way, dearest Dido
Made asunder by the terrible forces of duty and love in conflict
A duty as strong as love
A duty stronger then love
The rage of war stronger everyday
The cries of the the spirit strong
I will not leave my master!
I can not leave my master, in spite of now being where dreamt
In that strong embrace of the Med and Atlas Mountains
The bosom of the Maghreb
A love swollen with the herbs of Anatolia
Lips like the jewels of Carthage
If you follow me Elissa, follow my objective,
that my duty is your love and greater then your love for me.
I promise there will be no more wandering!
Your brow set in the same direction as mine,
that we may fight the same war,
and shoulder to shoulder, serve the same sun.

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