from the eternal sleep to the unknown dimension
goes my soul on and on
with the white lillies in her hand
tears red, my white tomb
love has always been red.blood red
the colour of revolution................
oh, my sufi saint, saint of love immortal
sing a song of peace, flowers- those
rose maries, tulips and numerous.
i hate this heaven........white clouds and no rainbow
give me a rebirth just to see her eyes
singing those songs of love........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heart ache has made u a poet so use it as ur ink to write but do not get obessed with the tomb...........go on.............