The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know
by reasoning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wlthin us lives our beloved...our heart is the key we should not waste our time come on lets open the door of house of love And enjoy the sweetness of love💖