My beloved is hiding from me. He showed a glimpse and disappeared I have lost my senses and my sleep.
Who needs them anyway ? If your beloved is not there? He has become the pomegranate seed, Which goes in hiding in the autumn freeze I will not sleep till the spring arrives.
He may just peep in between And bring the spring with Him. I hear His laughter everywhere.... You have His smile, And you, His laugh As day turns into wine night And night into dripping day, The Moon changing from fullness To a stricken thin crescent shape, Longing for her lover - Who hides from her as she makes her entry.... As the mynah breaks into a grieving song.... As the stream moans while gushing down, The ocean eons away.... They are all singing my story.
Why are you making me die before my death? Surprise me by kissing me on my lips And make the moment stretch into eternity.... Give me just one glimpse and Make my lifeless body devoid of soul Spring back into a dance, Emerging from the part of the part of my whole.
