Перевод стихотворения.

The Garden

by Dom Moraes (Indian writer, England)

I wake and find myself in love:

And this one time I do not doubt.

I only fear, and wander out

To hold long parley with a dove.

The innocent and the guilty, met

Here in the garden, feel no fear.

But I’m afraid of you, my dear.

There was a reason: I forget.

And I by shyness am undone

And can’t go out for fear I meet

My poems dancing down, the street

Telling your name to everyone.

The lichen peels along the wall.

My conversation bores the dove.

He knows it all: that I’m in love

And you care much and not at all.