Son
Since birth, I have been burning ceaselessly,
There has never been a moment for complaint.
I was born a son only to burn for others,
So that through me, my Lord may bring others joy.
I have accepted this as a divine blessing.
The Laborer’s Son, the Landlord
Father coughs and labors for daily bread,
Feeds us rice and lentils.
When illness deepens, he borrows to buy medicine.
The medicine runs out, father falls ill again,
But his debts are never paid.
And I, the laborer’s son,
Dream of being a landlord.
Foolish
Knowing the shell was rotten,
I still stepped on it and cut my foot,
And now I blame the shell!
How foolish can I be?
Fate That Devours Joy
What a strange, joy-eating fate we have,
Happiness simply cannot endure in our destiny.
I was madly in love with you,
For to me, you were someone rare.
But the one you went to after leaving me,
To him, you are nothing special,
Just another among the many.
Even if he lost you, he’d barely care,
And even having you, he’s hardly thrilled.
Yet this is what you chose yourself.
Prayer
Even if none else knows, You do my Lord,
Today I am weary, helpless, and spent.
Grant my heart the peace of fulfillment, O Lord,
Grant my soul the calm of contentment.
Guide me, my Lord,
So I may drown in Your love forever.
I know, Your mercy has no end.
Grant me more wisdom, O Lord,
That I may discern,
Who truly stands by me, and who merely deceives.
Momentary Infatuation
In her eyes, I once saw the fear of losing me,
That fear became my ruin.
But that restlessness was mere infatuation;
And when I believed it to be love,
In the very next moment,
That flame went out.
She forgot me,
And quietly withdrew herself.
Forced Love
Whatever love may be,
It can never be forced.
For the one destined to love you,
Already does.
You’ll never need to compel them.
Blame
I keep blaming fate,
Yet deep inside I know
How much of it was truly yours,
How much was destiny’s,
And how much was no one’s at all.
My only grief is this,
You ignored me deliberately,
Chose not to be mine, knowing full well.
And if you had wished,
Having you wouldn’t have been so hard.
The Wound of Words
Pain doesn’t only come from physical wounds,
Words can kill, too.
And the sharpness of such pain,
Only the wounded one truly knows.
You Never Loved
In your absence, my heart tore apart,
Yet you never even noticed.
You showed affection, you said “I love you”,
But you never truly loved.