Come if you will, but come to make me weep

 
Girl, your mind is shallow, that's why you still read poetry.
Girl, your mind is truly shallow, that's why reading poetry, you give the poet a chance to be read too!
You go to the poet seeking poetry, and in the end...you end up finding the poet himself!


Girl, when will you understand—there's no poetry in the poet's inbox, only the poet himself!
Why won't you grasp this—poetry is beautiful, not the poet!
The poet's eyes hold no poetry, only a man's gaze!
Understand, girl, understand...most poets are, essentially, ugly creatures who cause pain!
Girl, why are you so eager to suffer?


Even after all this, if you don't turn back
from your shameless intention of becoming my lover,
then...very well!
You can give sorrow, I know that much about you.
Many have given sorrow...in this life!
Among them, not one has ever...made me cry!


Like your former lover or like God himself,
I too know how to live ignoring sorrow, girl!
So I plead with you, don't go anywhere else in your hunger to be ignored!
Chain those smooth feet of yours...before it's too late!


Years passed in sorrow upon sorrow, no one could make me shed a tear!
Girl, if you can make me cry, then enter my life, otherwise don't.
If you come only to give tearless sorrow, then like them, you too will be cast into oblivion's ring...!


I need no more sorrow or pain, girl! I've had plenty of that!
Now I want to cry without pause! So much weeping has gathered in this chest...!