A flower shows her anger-
With her tightened thorns,
I dwell with glittering beauty-
As my love is born.
The Moon, don't scorn me-
Being a light debtor ring;
My soul irrigates spontaneously-
Eternal Spring.
A one-eyed youth depicts-
Wrong dark path;
Innocence can taste-
Easeful, glorious death.
The earthly words lead to stained noise;
Love produces meditative thoughts;
Every hope moves to the grave;
Only love can go beyond sunset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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