Classic Poem

You were forgiven
when you burdened
me with the unbearable.

Do grant me, love, what I can never bear;
perhaps I can embrace again
through separation
my lost space
suffer and perhaps
wake up!

The most painful part of silence
is the echo of an echo.
The most distant thing in the distance
is the constant taking of the
same road.
Night of the Roses
sends forth its dew,
evoking my homeland.
Night of the Roses
bestows its fragrance,
the lilies of sleeplessness
pour forth.
Oh, my homeland
this limitless land
that has no frontiers
is called longing.