By Mazhari
On the soft silk of a blossom, the white dawn of love wrote:
“Oh You! Always lovely as a flower. I love You. I love You.”
On the sands of a calm sea, with the pen of kindness and the ink of tenderness,
In a special and secret language, it wrote again:
“Oh You who have turned into a mythical bird
and lived in a legendary mountain. I love You. I love You.”
The sands flee suddenly as the breeze appeared. A flower dropped from the branch.
The gust made a wailing sound, and a bird began to sing:
“As long as I exist – everywhere and at all times – no matter where You are,
I remain the dust of Your lane, because You know. I love You. I love You.”