Classic Poem

After Moses Ibn Ezra
Circumstance has estranged my friend.
He has bolted the door
but I will enter the portal
and knock
despite my enemies.
I will shatter locks with words.
I will break bolts with my songs
and will persuade myself
that nettles are sprigs of balsam.
I will dance and shout to their bitter juice
as if I were drunk on wine
and humble myself
and pretend that hell stream is icy
if it will get me through the darkness
into his light.

Go now, my song,
take this message to my beloved,
for song is a faithful messenger.