You are trying to steal
me from me. I will remain quiet like
the sealed lips of rising moon.
Between me and you lies
the beauty of separateness in intimacy.
O jeweller, take away your necklace.
I was plucking the buds of
black roses, to remind you ofthe taste
of acid you peeled off from the leaves of Eden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem