You Laugh.
A Breeze Blows.
Rose's Perfume?
Is a Rose in Your Mouth?
...
A Shadow She is.
Depth of Forest in her Eyes.
Waves of Breeze on her Face.
A Trace of Night in her Hairs.
...
Where are You coming from? , That,
your Eyes have the color of My Melancholies,
and Your Face has,
Freshness of the Sunrise,
...
Her eyes are Shiny.
Her look is Sharp.
Her smile is Fresh.
Her motions are Fast.
...
My Beloved,
From my Melancholies,
Provide me a Hug,
and a Red Flower,
...
The Night is divided,
between two Halves of one orange.
One Half with You.
One Half without You.
...
A Misty Temple.
A Misty Road.
A Lonely Monk on the Road.
...