Buds are born in me
In deep meditation.
My heart sighs for the lord of my soul
And the buds bloom into flowers
Full of fragrance.
My soul loves him.
I compose a new song for him
In my cave.
And sing it all alone on my harp.
It echoes on the walls of my soul
And I smile
with the golden flame
of the little lamp of my cave.
In the depth of the silence,
It echoes and re-echoes in my soul,
the song of love
Which I sing
For him alone
whom my soul loves.
It is my sacred secret.
My soul loves him
more than everyone else.
Beautiful poem touches instantly with the fragrance of bud which carries simultaneously a loving tenderness. The perspective of setting imagery like a painting. Cave, lamp, silence.....make the soil to bloom the bud of love indeed. Beautiful sacred secret to hide deep.....deep in the core of heart, otherwise insects can bite its petal. More you sing poet, much we will have a tranquil dream to rest awhile. Regards, 10+ pranab
In the depth of the silence, It echoes and reechoes in my soul, The song of love Which I sing For him alone whom my soul loves. God and God alone is your greatest love. Is nt it?
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I would like to translate this poem
Your soul loves someone? in the cave of your heart, you compose songs for him. you sing it alone in the depth of the silence. all nice expressions of something deep in you. i suppose you speak of God. thank you vry much.