Has your heart turned to stone, love? <br />The breast-fruits can’t be gifted to anyone just like that! <br />For by being close to the heart they give pleasure; <br />They give pain if they are to go away. <br />What is the connoisseur of love who knows not this secret?Then why do you demand them, <br />My love, at such an unearthly hour? <br />Has your heart turned to stone, love? <br />The breast-fruits can’t be gifted to anyone just like that! <br /> <br />These are the only ornaments of the delicate ones <br />How can I give them to you O Narsinh’s Lord? <br />Come to my place and I’ll clasp you firm to my heart! <br />Has your heart turned to stone, love? <br />The breast-fruits can’t be gifted to anyone just like that!<br /><br />Narsinh Mehta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/has-your-heart-turned-to-stone-love/
