DID the lover is a death --- the one who is to you she hugs so tight?
Love maybe not a journey. It may not have a distance,
but for you, to be reached, still it cannot be.
Did the lover is a cry? --- the one who cling to your eye?
Love may like that woman who sings
- with weep and grief in between - And left you, struck with woe.
Did the lover is a poem? --- the one who keeps the warmth of your heart?
You no longer wanted to deem the Love as whatever it may seem,
because which Poet want to bear the hindrance of it's burden?
(Translated by Lara Nur)
