When I was taken over by desire
I consumed myself in the fire
Forsake my book of wisdom
Forgot the pleasures of freedom.
The ice seeks the heat
To melt and join the river
River loves the slope
In its rush to be consumed (by the salty broth.)
It doesn’t matter whether
The wax burns the flame
Or the flame melts the wax
Embrace of desire consumes both.
It was our goal to reach love’s misty peak
But all the effort made our limbs weak
Blinding mists dissolved our forms away
And we fought the cold with our locked grip.
Now, when fate is blowing our breath away
When forms and names are fading away
We discover the hard truth
That it takes a lifetime to fulfill a love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem