The image of your face
in the shrine of my heart
is carved.
Sparking waters
cannot compete
with your pureness.
Mountains reflected
by your eyes
loose their majesty.
Night in her darkness
does not know
the deeps within you.
And even I, who love
all of you
can never see through to the end.
Your life is a mystery
hidden in a glance;
open all to me, my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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