Where Shall I Find The Balm For Your Unrest? Poem by AFFAQ NABI

You long for something else, but I'm for you.
I confer my heart; no other shall intrude;
But you ah, with you, I feel myself more new,
A yearning of long years that I pursued.
Where shall I find the balm for your unrest?
To grant your weary bosom the peace it seeks.
What voice or what song can pierce your breast?
To melt away the ice that on your spirit clings.
What scent might heal the sorrow in your soul?
You dwell within the deepest of my chest,
These feelings have deep roots beyond control.
Still now, with your griefs, I am oppressed.
Where shall I find the wand to break your seal?
You seek a love that something else conceal.