Of the earth sleeping in the rain.
For me, the praise of earth,
Is like disobeying the rain of your house
Since in winter also,
Near your window
I didn't tremble from the cold.
When I open the window
The shops hid in steam
No longer look ugly to me.
Believe me
I'm indebted to you
These days
For seeing my heart in the mirror.
You know my name,
And I cannot claim
Another name
For myself.