You do not know
Really, really you do not know
What are you for me?
Me too... my love!
In rage
In love
In peace
In madness
In reason
In jealously
I've asked many times to me
What you are for me.
And all the time
All the senses become numb.
Your voice makes me deaf to the rest of the world,
Your appearance calms me,
Your touch alienate me in my own body
Neither you are Helen nor 'Rati'
But less, ordinary.
Soul to body
Salt to the world
Grief to the philosophy
Love for the life
Death for the all miseries
But
But what for me?
I am always unanswered, My love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely and beautiful, I like it, thanks.