In the fragrant breeze,
I searched for your breath.
A drop fell in the ocean,
I searched for it endlessly.
Before my life’s essence dries up,
My eyes will find you.
Before my soul wanes,
Come running to me.
Can you hear the wind’s musical waves? And,
In that song, are someone’s tears flowing?
Is your heart getting wet?
Can you smell a burning heart?…
I added my tears to the wind,
And poured my poem’s honey into it,
This, dear, I sent to you.
Before my waning soul flees,
Come running to me.
Throughout the sky,
There is only your image;
But I cannot touch it.
In the wind,
There is only your sweet smell,
But just the smell, is not real life…!
You pinched my life by the root,
You pushed me into pure fire,
And where did you go, bewitching lady?
Before my waning soul flees,
Come running to me.
