You have come into my life like the spring;
remain in my heart forever, having become love, love itself!
You are settled into my eyes, (the answer to) a thousand dreams;
remain in my heart forever, having become love, love itself!
Each flower bud was veiled, it had yet to be poured into colors (i.e., blossom);
and the winds were neither lively nor fragrant.
Now what an intoxicating season has come upon us!
Forever remain in my heart, having become love, love itself!
You have come into my life like the spring.
The city of my spirit was empty: the branches lay dry and withered,
the colors of Holi (a religious holiday in which the participants throw brightly colored paints at each other) faded, Diwali (the festival of lights) was lightless.
You became the rain, and pattered down...
Remain forever in my heart, having become love, love itself!
I didn't think that fate would bring me here,
that right at my destination, my life would depart.
Nor did Alexander the Great ever imagine this,
that before arriving, his happiness would depart.
What did we hope for? And what came of it?
After telling the world today, we're going.
What happened, God? What happened, Lord?
What it your fault, or was it mine?
Was it your false pride or was it mine?
God, I wouldn't be so bad
if you weren't unfaithful.
Just tell me this much: what did you gain
by strewing thorns of grief along my path?
What happened, God? What happened, Lord?
COMMENTS
-
DarkSavior
19:59 Sep 27 2010
Nice work!
MasterMel2
21:32 Sep 28 2010
Did you write this for someone special?
ashoksonu1984
23:35 Sep 28 2010
Yes Only for my true soulmate (strawberrymoon)