Tuesday, December 22, 2020


(1797)  Man ceyechilo bali eso tomare

Mind had wanted me to tell You, "Come please";
Out of shyness I could not speak.
Myriad the lapses that had amassed;
Looking into that morass did not pass.

As much as I am not, why then am I Yours?
Even staying at a distance, You are my quintessence.
In my life You are huge and incessant;
Having understood this fact, I did not get up.

In a life immobile, You are the wind;
You give dynamism, You bring the current.
You bring rapids to dry rivers, hey the Glacier;
But my power of speech did not happen.

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