My beloved, I would write your name...
... here on the rainbow...
...on the firmament of my heart,
But you have no name, though...
...people call you by different names;
Who has told them that this is your name?
But, still I remember you by all your names;
I recognise you in all the forms;
I feel your presence inside and outside me...
....when I hear a soft music of the breeze...
...coming from you...
...like a stream flowing in my heart...
...all over the time...
...that has no beginning, no ending;
A blazing light of your sun keeps on reflecting...
...its beams on the leaf of my heart...
...telling me about the beauty of the sun of your face;
I feel your fragrance in the flowers blooming on the earth;
The music, the light, the fragrance reveal me...
...the meaning of life...
...illuminating my mind..
...and bring it in harmony with infinite;
That is, with your being!
Thus is established the friendship of innocence...
...between you and me...
That leads to my success and salvation.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem