My dreams are also endless
in my mind there's no tiredness at all.
Yet the branches are full of a dry lament,
yet the fields are full of cold frost,
and there are endless tears in the sky.
My life waits eagerly,
is it a wait, or a mixed tune !
Ashes mix in the blue of my longing,
want and fulfilment mingle in that beggarliness,
the mind is accessible in the body,
in the fist the far.
I don't even want peace without you,
I want you - there is no end to that.
Krishnachura glows red, is it not
a lament too ?
It is the ache in my heart.
There is no peace for him who knows you,
never in his life, that diamond's.