Song Of Solomon Of This Age
The Vagrant’s Song
A vagrant singing, carrying his precious cartload, a sleeping girl:
With you beside me,
Living, sleeping in my cart;
Right there’s my palace, my paradise.
With you beside me,
The richest man seems poor to me.
The girl is mumbling in her sleep:
With you beside me,
Am I honored as a queen of queens.
With you beside me,
Hell doesn’t terrify me,
Nor do I wish to go to heaven
Save with you.
March 2011
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