In this life, perhaps I failed
to offer you even a single step of honor,
failed to bring a sunlit, blissful dawn.
The dream of building a pyramid of love—
remained forever unfulfilled.
But I promise you, in another life,
I will bring you an empire of endless joy,
I will guide you through every path
of a grand monument of respect.
There, it will be only you and me—
and our eternal dwelling of peace.
No shadows of falsehood will enter,
no footprints of cruelty will remain,
no wretched tyrant’s gaze,
no ungrateful whispers in the night.
And I—how helpless I am!
How weak, how incapable!
Forgive me—
how unworthy I have been.
From this distant exile,
I could not place even a moment of warmth
into the folds of your weary age.
Do you know?
For a glimpse of joy upon your moonlike face,
I have covered myself in the dust of days,
set adrift all my desires and delights
into the unknown—
only for the touch of your happiness.
Yet, in the irony of time, I stand defeated—
a fallen soldier of fate.
Through all twenty-four hours
where day and night entwine,
your primordial, moonless form
rises before me like a drifting iceberg,
while the salt-laden waves of my sorrow
crash again and again upon my wounded fate.
Now I am as silent as the night,
as lifeless as a banyan bent by storm.
Ah, what torment fills the chambers of my heart,
what restless pain stirs within—
only day and night
bear witness to it.
