words), but now I cannot remember
Since I have forgotten you (my love!), my art too I cannot remember
Yesterday consulting my heart, I learned
that your hair, lips, mouth, I cannot remember
In the city of the intellect insanity is silence
But now your sweet, spontaneous voice...
like blood, beware,
You will never be picked up again
From the ground, like useless tear.
If holy shrine has been broken down,
Don’t feel sad, that’s not a lover’s heart,
Which can never be mend again,
If once broken apart.
In this world, we cannot achieve
That what our...