One night, from behind a damp and rainy loneliness, I called you with the
accent of lotus flowers, all
night long I prayed for the freshness of the beautiful garden of
your dreams,
after a silver search
in the blue alleys
, I separated your feeling from among the flowers that grew in my loneliness,
with regret,
and you said in response to the bluest wave of my hearts desire, I said
that my heart is astonished and wandering with dreamy eyes
, and I am only to see.
I left the beauty of that eye of yours in a plain of loneliness and regret,
that was your last word
, and after your bitter and sad passage, I
turned the privacy of my eyes to tears like the
silent and orange sunset of the sun,
I dont know why you left
, I dont know why, maybe I made a mistake
and you
dont know where, for how long, for what, without thinking about the strangeness of my eyes?
But you left, and after your departure,
how innocently it rained
, and after your departure, a sea heart cracked
, and after your departure, the custom of caressing me became my gray grief
, and the sparrow that graciously picked up seeds from the window every day all
its wings were drowned in the sorrow of homesickness
, and after leaving in the sky, my eyes were wet with rain,
and after you left, it was as if someone felt that I was all without you
. Someone will go, someone
felt that I
would die without you a thousand times at any moment,
and after you left, the lake hated,
someone realized that you will forget my name
, and even though I know that you will never take me
by your passage, you will still
come back disturbed by your beautiful eyes!
See what will be the fate of my expectation
, and after all these storms, illusions, and doubts,
someone from behind the window frame said calmly and beautifully: "
You too in response to these infidelities, say that
I made a mistake in the way of love and its choice,
and I am in a state of tears, regret, and doubt,
next to the expectation that is unanswered and unanswered,
and I am at the height of the most autumnal devastation of a heart
in the midst of grief." I
dont know why. Perhaps, in the tradition of our butterfly,
I prayed for the happiness and happiness of the beautiful garden of your dreams.
