When I was having a pain in my heart
Unknowingly I started to turn page after page of
the book of your face
my formless and light heart
melted dropp by drop
in each letter of the golden essence
painting flowers on eyes
two coral beads of stars had
spread out another sky
I bent down like a sun-dried flower
in my reclining lips there were bustles of innumerable dreams
they swayed back and forth
I licked and tasted their intimate talents
I silently, cautiously
kept a twig of a bright flower near you
You delve into the petals and closing
your eyes you keep on inhaling the unattached smell
Ah! what a chaste and intimate rhythm it has!
You are so far from me, yet effortlessly
and unknowingly I cross this small river of distance
how strange!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem