Still I don't see you,
What kind of things are these?
Will these showers of love go away without raining?
Who is that one who comes to the sky every day,
With lightning-armor on her arm,
Shooting arrows of drops?
The entire earth is wounded,
Piercing it with water-arrows
I am watching everything,
My mind is silently crying.
I am a traveller, I have lost my way,
In the afternoon of life
Let the two moments of the eyelids pass,
Let the shadow of the eyes fall deep into it
The bowers are thorny, Yet so soothing
It is spilling from the pupil, like a cool liquid
The black line of eyelids, like water-filled clouds.
How it comes around to take away the fatigue, thirst, and burning?
The soft threads of the redness,
drowned in the colour of the dawn
I too could not untangle myself,
having entangled myself in them
Whose image makes my heart sit on the bed,
Who are you, ruling over my breaths
As soon as the commanding gaze is raised,
hundreds of eyes bow down
These poor captive souls,
sing praises day and night
Cursed by saying that destiny is the work of God, I will bear all the sorrow.
May you be happy and calm,
May your glory last for ages.
I sat on the earth, lost in sorrow.
Was the tree a cool shade or,
Like a sleeping dream.
At every step I tried to stop my,
restless soul
But the gust of its breath carried me away.
Which land is this forgotten,
It keeps learning language
What do the eyes keep writing with the tears on the face
All the tears will dry tomorrow,
When both the eyes turn to stone looking at the unfortunate path
Then you come quietly, To steal breaths quietly
The breeze will go out on its own, from the body
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹. 