The one who have one love (BG)
I was born to have one love.
I have seventeen wives.
By human beauty, like by an awl,
I'm hourly amazed.
I'm tired with myself to struggle,
Oh, girlfriends, bitter horseradish.
I'd rather be sitting in a fortified place,
Or to find oblivion in God,
In order that He saved and has enlightened –
But I'm in a creative search like Beethoven,
Not being ashamed of my gray hairs –
I was born to have one love.
I have seventeen wives.
By human beauty, like by an awl,
I'm hourly amazed.
I'm tired with myself to struggle,
Oh, girlfriends, bitter horseradish.
I'd rather be sitting in a fortified place,
Or to find oblivion in God,
In order that He saved and has enlightened –
But I'm in a creative search like Beethoven,
Not being ashamed of my gray hairs –