I loved an Indian princess
When I was a soldier
Fighting alongside
The great Alexander.
From Greece we came
Each of us with a goal
Of fulfilling desires
Of hearts and minds whole.
Alexander defeated
The valiant King Porus
Near River Jhelum
And marched on and on
To add more and more
To his great empire.
But I stayed behind
In the valley of Jhelum
After giving my heart
To a lovely Indian princess.
Fairest in form
Generous in soul
She promised to me
To be mine forever.
Then we shared our lives
And love for each other
The moments and hours
Were paradise remade.
Then death seized us both
And we plunged once more
Into the deep well
Where forgetfulness dwells.
And centuries passed by
In the cyclic span of time
Till I came here again
To endure one more trip
Of life, loss and gain.
And then she found me
From a land quite afar
With her keen knowledge
Of seeing through the stars.
And we came to remember
Our vows of the ages
That we were made to be
In love each other's.
Both in a new form
In bodies and looks
Me as courageous
And she fairest in looks.
One day we shall both
Rush and embrace
Our loving souls again
And I will keep on loving
My lovely Indian princess.
Despite my better judgment, I really and truly admire this poem---as a poem. I disregard the reincarnationist theology that provides some of the action, but I applaud the intensity of the emotion it presents. I must say . . . I was radically surprised by how much I admire this one.
Starward