In the Whirlwind of Separation

 
I am trapped in an inescapable snare, willingly destroying myself.
These days of life began with a promise,
the bird of youth flew to me, and you gave it wings.
Know this: I will stay with you till the end,
in a failed poet's museum your memory will be tenderly kept, beloved.
Sometimes when sleep comes I feel you are not here, how
you have left and made me understand, it was all wrong...sleep won't come!


Reaching the inevitable truth I knew at last, you have truly gone.
My soul is desolate and bereft, no light remains, deep pain awakens,
no joy, only past memories bring tears. I have only loved, dear,
nothing more, so why should the burden of breath torment me so?
Today you are in my eyes, mingled with my breath, you are in emotion and turbulent feeling,
who lives when the soul is lost, tell me? I bound my soul within you, I didn't understand.
Thinking only of you I live today, pouring love I weave warm hours
alone, drunk like a child I hold close, keeping old intimate faith.


You have gone, so on these warm lips, in mad eyes I search for you,
your voice doesn't kiss like before, under the weight of heavy breath
I no longer tremble, can never touch again, thinking of all this feels intoxicating.
Whether I go to heaven or burn in hell, I don't care, if I find you
even if it's sin, I'll accept whatever consequence comes. One by one everything
tears apart today, dreams shatter like bangles, yet I don't stop.


I want only you even if death comes, even if I'm destroyed, all your faults and
flaws, I love them all! On cold nights, when drunken sleep descends along my ceiling,
when the moon darkens in sin's deluge, when fear comes to hang shamelessly over my chest,
when doubt spreads its eyes at night's sharp edge, even then I want you near, forgetting everything.


Come, let us wash the night, wipe away sin, show courage to the moon,
the sea that wakes only at night, come let us float ships there together. Then,
washing away doubt and fear, let ice melt, let us bring sunlight to this night, in coffee's steam
let us light fire in the corners of our eyes. Beyond the bridge a waterfall flows, in blood awakens
fearless song, I wake and wonder, where was all this courage?


In life nothing happens too early or too late.
All pain comes to us exactly when it should!
It removes from our daily lives
foolish burdens, our thoughts, however small they become.
What meaning does love have without passion? What we call beautiful,
love is that—even when it hurts, it keeps us alive!


In this life I was fine, I was free like the ocean,
I was transparent like light. Then why did you come to bring darkness?
Storms have come to life before, I've swayed in doubt, I've answered
jealousy and falsehood. Yet I haven't found any feeling in this life
greater than love. In this small life I have never
supported myself with such humble care and indulgence. After falling in love
I wrote only one letter. When grief had seized me, then I
freed tears from the wardrobe and painted strength on canvas.
You no longer need me, this long-held belief today lies
face-down in silence, eyes freely give birth to eternity's eloquence.
Today I understand, whoever speaks more, loves less.


What love is for you, pure, ageless. Even today I live
believing in the miraculous. You are lost, I simply cannot accept it,
if I stay with anyone else I might just go mad! Without you
even breathing is painful, my head aches. Every day and every moment
I keep wanting you. This wanting is my feeling, my heartfelt journey.
Come back, hold me close like before and whisper,
come, let us fight, make up and fight and grow old together.