No, I can’t see you.
I can feel the absence,
And the absence is dark.
Now, you aren't addressed.
Love calls the souls,
But loses your appearance.
You are blurred.
You now desert.
Heart, mind, soul-
They are out of control.
Where your images reside;
I stay, I follow
And I feel the stillness.
Oh the peace!
Isn't it a poor sacrifice?
Where? ? ...
Where you are, my dear?
No, I need no sign, my dear.
It doesn't become pale.
I will never make it stale.
You may turn,
But I feel peace.
It’s hard to appease
The heart made for love.
Oh the peace!
Come and stay by this soul.
Please clam it and wash its foul.
Please come, please come,
Oh peace! ....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it. A great write.