31. Death stood sentinel on love's threshold, yet the heart embraced it still. In loving, this alone is the reward— death itself has become life's essence.
32. You knew when you left me— I love you with a depth beyond words; I will not speak of the pain I carry, whatever loss befalls, a smile will linger on my lips.
33. Alone, steeped in sorrow, I weep in the corner of this room, your memory fills my entire being. How many days without your sight, how I survive without the sound of your voice— years multiply and double as they pass. Keep the ferry ready on that shore, my crossing will not be long delayed!
34. So many days have slipped away, yet the scar of grief remains unhealed. Does sorrow diminish with time? Tell me—does the sting of separation ever fade?
35. That which plays eternally within the chambers of my heart— become the treasure of my love— how could such a thing be forgotten?
36. There is a grief that rejects all solace, a wound that no remedy can heal. A heart that is fashioned from such pain— half of it is forever lost.
37. Only the Creator knows the agony of loss, and only those who have lost it themselves— the rest can only guess and multiply their words. The Creator says: Be still, endure with patience, hold your silence, your beloved still lives—look within your heart and see.
38. Breaking through the darkness, I can only gaze, sleep has abandoned both my eyes. If by some miracle she could return, I would give all the worlds to see her again!
39. In separation from you, all is dark, memory storms arise and wound the heart, this empty room echoes with lamentation, waiting—when will union come in that blessed realm!
40. O God! Grant her eternal peace at last! Poor soul never found it anywhere in life!
41. Much pain awakens, yet your memory is sweet, dear one; how beautiful it is, how utterly enchanting—all of it is nectar! Through the darkness into light memory walks, hand in hand, and there I see the house of peace, the memorial shrine that memory has built. 42. You never said goodbye when the boat departed, never kissed your son's cheek before you went— fate snatched you away so suddenly! In the hearts of father and son, your memory plays eternally, how could we ever forget such a tender treasure?
43. In this hushed solitude, you alone return to mind, and tears fall unbidden, beyond the reach of sight. Pain coils my heart tight, and holding on grows hard— cruel fate took you from me, and murdered what was light.
44. Though sorrow fades as time moves on, it grows more thin, yet memory keeps it living, forever born again.
45. Come…not in secret, not in fear, not with bells muffled soft, come…where the scorched earth trembles beneath the sun's assault, come…in a body beyond flesh, death set aside, bearing peace upon your form, come…where light grows luminous, suffused in its own glow.