Being earnest...

If you are not knowing me, my darling,
Why should I need to continue in this birth?
Do I crave in vain, for you to,
Touch and wake the strings of my lute,
Which is already broken, and can give only discords?

I realize your empathy, when I soar up,
On the wings of a dream, into the heaven.
As I open the windows of my attribution,
I see your image in those visions.
The secret of your melodies, I found in the
Golden bamboo pipe and the spirit of your life,
In the flowers of the spring, which came as guests.
Am I not your speech, your sight?

When the tender drops of the dew, drip down
As pearls of jade into the earth;
When the maiden, full moons, string the jasmine
Flowers of starlets in the yonder sky;
When the fragrance of your breath
Permeates into the air, I breath in;
And I see the dazzle of your bangles,
In the lightning, across the horizon,
My poems and the beauty in the mind unite into one.

Fragrance…

How great will be the dreams
Of these jasmine flowers?
Which carry so much of
Munificent fragrance in it.
How charming will they be
In the glow of the evening sun,
When the sky unfurls its
Seductive smiles at them?
The dreams of those flowers
Will be smooth and softer
Than the smoothness of
The flower itself.
It will be glossy than the silky
Threads of the moonlight
Dripping from up above .

I share all the secrets in my soul,
With my ever delicate dreams.
That is the perfume of love
Spreading inside my mind,
Without, my awareness.
Does the flower ever
Know of its fragrance!