Even in death, you are mine, O beloved fair,
Like the golden anklet’s song that fills the air,
As the ocean’s vastness knows no diminishing shore,
You dwell in my life, my virtue’s sacred core.
Within my heart, the silken thread speaks with shame,
Love’s gentle rain, a ritual without name,
Like cotton soft, your words enchant my soul,
Sweet porridge and ancient groves make me whole.
Like stars adorning the Himalayan night,
You shine within my being, radiant light,
This bond is truth, not falsehood’s empty claim,
A sacred union, virtue’s blessed flame.
Go forth, O army of the dawn’s bright ray,
In modesty’s navel, where night turns to day,
Speak, O garden grove, with barriers around,
Stone and eye alike no fault is found.
Is it sin, this love, or passion’s burning fire?
Are you servant or divine? My soul’s desire,
Deeper than breath, than life, than heart’s own beat,
Death’s own key, conflict fierce, consuming heat.
Unchanging mental treasure, life’s brave song,
Your touch, your words to you I belong,
Will flowers bloom? Golden seed of skill divine,
Ash upon my heart no falsehood in this line.
Even in death, you remain my only one,
Mad or possessed, words foolishly spun,
Breaking the bond, yet fame below contends,
The friend who came before finds home in the end.
Like the golden anklet’s song that fills the air,
As the ocean’s vastness knows no diminishing shore,
You dwell in my life, my virtue’s sacred core.
Within my heart, the silken thread speaks with shame,
Love’s gentle rain, a ritual without name,
Like cotton soft, your words enchant my soul,
Sweet porridge and ancient groves make me whole.
Like stars adorning the Himalayan night,
You shine within my being, radiant light,
This bond is truth, not falsehood’s empty claim,
A sacred union, virtue’s blessed flame.
Go forth, O army of the dawn’s bright ray,
In modesty’s navel, where night turns to day,
Speak, O garden grove, with barriers around,
Stone and eye alike no fault is found.
Is it sin, this love, or passion’s burning fire?
Are you servant or divine? My soul’s desire,
Deeper than breath, than life, than heart’s own beat,
Death’s own key, conflict fierce, consuming heat.
Unchanging mental treasure, life’s brave song,
Your touch, your words to you I belong,
Will flowers bloom? Golden seed of skill divine,
Ash upon my heart no falsehood in this line.
Even in death, you remain my only one,
Mad or possessed, words foolishly spun,
Breaking the bond, yet fame below contends,
The friend who came before finds home in the end.
