The words of suppressed tears often rise,
I hide them in my chest like a thousand waves –
I build a huge dam in the water flowing under the blow of pain.
Have you ever heard the sound of suppressed tears!
I keep all my complaints at the foot of the mountain
The energetic water of the fountain
And the noise is my lamentation The sorrow of suppressed tears.
I search for you in the eyes of the dewy dawn,
I search for the enchanting sound of your anxious words,
The touch of your gaze takes me through my eyes –
In the abyss of a dream,
I light the flame of a lamp in the darkness of the night,
When the sound of your arrival rings out,
At the call of the divine call of my anxious soul,
The physical response in your tender form, will weave a new path for this devastated life, a secure settlement.
