Now the oasis lies in drought,
now the sun lost it's shine;
and the soul tarried for rest.
Now the candle lies in the wind,
now a load of burden impeded the soul;
and the heart drifted into blues.
There's a place where our souls first met
where once we lavished in bliss,
and passion gave it's first beam,
The soul must take us down the lane,
to the point where it all began;
the genesis of our love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
where it all began but we've drifted so far. The poem weaves a yearning for rediscovery.10.