Saturday, July 28, 2018

Sweet agony

(1048)  Ke go gan geye jay

Oh, Who keeps singing
To make me hear
At this inauspicious moment!
Who plays the flute–
Its charm makes me swoon
With unspoken anguish.

He sees not right time nor heeds public disgrace;
Hearts full of vanity He draws to a distant place
With this kind of pain.

From the first morning that we met,
Acquaintance became full of love, step by step.
Time and space went away... only love remained;
I drift onward toward some divine state.

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