The amorous fragrance of love and its joyful quiver
Are perpetual in countless paragraphs.
It has a vast tragedy as well
Which is infrequent and universal,
Covered with the smile of recognized grandeur of pearl-set.
The smirk of a starry night cannot resist
The deep silence of my lament,
The chronicle of my origin hidden
With a gentle smiling face.
My tears come back with a humble moaning
Being deprived of adore
From the mirth of your celebration!
The over-fulfilled smile of your moderate eyes
Couldn't bring love to mine
With the affection of a spring!
You'll never know the elongate of my secret breath
And how it has involved with the clouds, unnoticed,
To be broken with the weeping of nature...
The rains and the tears will merge together
To become another vaulting stream!
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