On the murky sea, the whole longing goes sedimented
the fish are eulogizing in silence
and water is trembling with no luster
this is my love to You O The Most Clear
On the paper, truly on a piece of paper
I share the voicelessness
with the falling leaves
when night dissolves before my longing is complete
Who will likely preserve beauty and compassion
who exactly will note down the verses of peace
Maybe on a sea that won’t quit pulsating
or on a piece of paper that records mark of heat
I will yet encounter another mystery
about love I should rather conceal from the swish of wind
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