Song of love.
The haze of the dead light.
The breeze of the moving wind.
The flight of the passing ray.
And 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 and the heart of the oceans stands.
Living within me.
Making me one within the nature.
The singing of the birds.
The wisdom of the trees.
And 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.
The light.
And your divine sight.
That is the internal might.
Which I have understood.
And which I tempt to possess and acquire.
You and I in the stare of the mystical night.
Ocean of which lies in our deepest thoughts.
In the human’s metamorphosis of the soul.
In the breasts of yours.
Lies the story of the pariah and messiah.
The story of love and the god.
The most truthful of all the poets.