You are very tired of the silent embrace of unbroken death
A bed of mud smelled of sleep alone
Feelings of guilt keep you quiet
Still with closed eyes—darkness deep in the face.
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Unbroken Embrace Of Death
You are very tired of the silent embrace of unbroken death
A bed of mud smelled of sleep alone
Feelings of guilt keep you quiet
Still with closed eyes—darkness deep in the face.
The gray eyes of Ashramsikta danced on the horizon
Your faded dreams and the last food tarikhani
A long time of crying in the chest
The noise of the sleepy world hurts.
Can you hear my pitiful cry?
Whose long prayer sheds the liquid of pain—
Sadness flows like an invisible river in the sea,
The moss of suffering drifts far and wide in the stream.
I look at the throne of memory with innocent eyes
The beloved face, sheltered by the past, is like soil—
Folds folds and merges easily
Dreamless love lives in confusion.
Your happiness is still your dream throughout the whole world
Laughed up. Add to daily plan
Minus that eternal motivation in pain, and I think—
In our rural delusions, nobody is nobody.