Song of love.
The haze of the brittle light.
The breeze of the moving wind.
The flight of the passing ray.
Music to which I should obey.
The womb of creation.
Elixir of the dearest life.
Offspring of the heavens sight.
Have you not made me a tormented soul?
A rogue in a storm.
Tempest on the blue skies.
The saddest of all living creatures?
With your beauty standing beside me.
In flashes of the insanity of the world.
The magnificent passages of your words.
Melodies which keep me alive.
The beam of the heart of the ocean stands.
Living within me.
Making me one within the nature.
The singing of the birds.
The wisdom of the trees.
The look of your divine beauty.
Idyll of the human destiny.
I see you standing beside me.
In the deepest chaos, your breath keeps my heart dancing upon the stars.
And I am smiling upon the perfection of your creation.
The flight into the light of your divine sight.
That is the eternal might.
Which I have understood.
And which I dare to acquire.
You and I in the stare of the mystical night.
Sea of which lies in our deepest thoughts.
In the human’s metamorphosis of the soul.
In the breast of yours.
Lies the story of the pariah and messiah.
The story of lovers and gods.
The most truthful of all the poets.