Waiting for Physical Death
When the soul’s longing remains unfulfilled, a person dies.
After that, the body merely breathes,
just to gather the strength to walk while carrying the corpse of its own soul on its shoulders.
With that corpse on the shoulder, it waits for a beautiful physical death.
Throwing Oneself Into a Well
The love that begins,
I did not love with the greed that I must have you.
Even in such love we get bound by infinite tenderness,
we nurture the desire that the beloved must be ours.
Then when we fail to have her, we even blame her.
Where all the pain, all the destruction is my own burden,
the responsibility of knowingly throwing myself into a well is mine alone.
Life Is Beautiful
What I wanted, I did not get, what an emptiness.
What I received, I did not want, another mismatch.
I close my eyelids tightly,
as if to push out the very last drop of tears.
Then I smile and say, life is beautiful.
Clouds in the Sky
Before answering your call, I had forgotten,
that prayers are made even for the clouds dwelling in the sky,
but once they fall as rain, they have no separate worth.
No one keeps them carefully close,
as dearly as they were once called in with longing.
A Long Sigh
Then I chose silence,
and even earned the title of being selfish.
Countless faults were found in me!
They found faults I had made,
and even those I had not made.
Yet I had nothing left to respond with,
only the long sigh meant to carry all the blame.
Feeling
How much of the heart they occupy,
how much of the mind they claim,
how their presence brings a bright, pure hour.
Some people will never know
how deeply we feel for them.
Many-Faced
How beautiful this world is, how beautiful all creation.
Yet the people here show helpful nature,
and secretly deceive others behind their backs.
Harsh as it sounds, this is the truth,
everyone here is many-faced.
Bearer of Restlessness
The mind that finds peace in someone’s presence,
that becomes calm upon feeling them,
that very person willingly keeps one deprived of their company,
that very person is truly the bearer of restlessness.
Let the Mistake Never Break
The one who left misunderstanding me,
may that misunderstanding never break in any way.
If someday that mistake breaks,
they will recognize me, recognize my inner self.
They will understand how much I desired, how deeply I loved.
Perhaps they will feel guilt for hurting me,
perhaps hatred will grow within themselves.
And I do not want,
the one I love to be hated by anyone.
Root of the Downfall
If love keeps a person refreshed,
if affection teaches a person to live,
if a companion becomes support and inspiration,
then I can surely say,
your absence has made me unhappy,
your neglect is the root of my downfall.