I hear your voice, despite absence and distance;
Amongst clear skies, cloudy days, dark nights.
I wake up from fogged dreams:
And even then it seems
As if you are standing there.
I have a secret known to none.
I can listen to silence and the silence
Speaks in a language only I know.
I can hear it's words distinctly;
Decipher what it is saying to me now.
Often in the silence, I can hear your voice
Clearly, as when you walked by my side:
Ah, how lonely is the yearning heart
How fatigued the soul when it is tired. |
