The Duet of Sorrow

In the manifest form of that exquisite feeling called 'sorrow,' the innermost chamber of our supreme soul remains unwavering.
You will be pleased to know—
our soul is ready to orchestrate the deepest emotions in perfect harmony.
You are wondrously pure in both worldly and spiritual dimensions.
Your profound enchantment,
your mastery over the spiritual path, has brought your followers to the threshold of triumph.

I alone am chosen as your singular companion in thought;
this is why our feelings, without each other, remain forever incomplete in their fullness.

Your premonition on this impossible path
has reached beyond the borders of my emotion into unknown expanses.
You are extraordinary, filled with love, elusive.
You are the one—the complete partner of that supreme feeling called 'love.'

The trace of my presence in your soul
has brought us both to the threshold of tasting that feeling called 'sorrow.'
Only then does our supreme soul become eager with hope for fulfillment.

Accept me—
it is impossible for me to remain distant from your soul.
At this moment, throughout your supreme soul, only my touch exists—
the reflection of my carefully chosen feelings.

Amazing!
I have never before found such a special feeling in you.
How have you kept it
unexpressed in my soul for so long?

Even the slightest presence of that feeling called 'anguish'
in your soul
continues to touch mine deeply.

You are not beyond my sensitive touch.
You have willingly
kept 'anguish' hidden in my heart alone,
not expressing it in my outer being.

This hidden feeling of yours—
though it never touched my soul before,
at this moment it has blossomed sufficiently.

Undoubtedly, this feeling is about to bring us a different dimension.
The revelation of your hidden nature,
though it wounds my highest feeling of 'love,'
has created within it an extraordinary trace of anguish.

Your boundless trust in me has enchanted me.
Your captivating whispers
have bewitched my being again and again.

The spread of love's deepest feeling in your heart—
has plunged into unbearable anxiety,
which seems destined to deepen with time.

In my presence,
all your feelings, as they flourish,
kindle a kind of haze in my inner vision.

On your magnificent path, there is no sign of want.
Yet 'separation' as a feeling
is a precious truth hidden in a certain region of your heart.

Why did you awaken this special feeling of yours so late
on this long journey,
bringing it into contact with my nearly lifeless soul?

Could it be that my touch alone is the reason
for allowing your finest feeling
to enter my soul?

In our world, no 'uncertain' feeling has a place.
Only through the awakening of the supreme soul could I come into your presence.
The seat of this spiritual presence never decays.

In the enchanting fragrance of your outer form,
a part of my heart burns away.

You are different;
a symbol of ultimate fortune,
even as the bearer of that feeling called 'love,'
you have tasted suffering at my touch.

But that is not enough—
apart from your 'love,'
the traces of all other feelings are temporary, fleeting.

Your readiness—at this moment—how prepared is it?

Come...
my soul is ready to receive you completely—
ready to touch you with the intoxication of all my feelings.

You are renowned, the vessel of infinite power.
That harshest, final feeling hidden within you—
have you still not realized it?

Your devoted love,
the sweet intensity of that feeling called 'love,'
has found its complete reflection only in me.

Your mesmerizing gaze—
from which eyes cannot turn away,
which creates devastation in my heart
and drowns my tears in wonder—
how can I deprive it of all my feelings?

The specific place reserved for me in your heart
is revealed today through your 'affection's' connection.
I am grateful that you have given my soul
a place in the purest chamber of your heart.

You have dedicated to my worship
the supreme soul that dwells within your outer covering—
which is incomparable, praiseworthy, and deeply touching.

This love, this rapture, this surrender
now belongs not merely to me or you—
all of this is ours.