We yearn for our friend in love.
Love is the force that moves us.
Do not ever presume
that this love will die out.
We will live eternally.
Alive or dead,
we are one.
In this love lies our secret.
No filth can cling to us.
We are the peacemakers of Yasawi.
Birth and death
are a mere moment to us.
We begin each word with love.
While we burn, we long for the ember.
We are the sages of that nothingness.
Translated by hülya n. yılmaz
Topic(s) of this poem: sacrifice
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