Sleeping Time!
Now, when so much remains,
gradually, I think
how detached the journey alone is
No responsibilities, No hopes
No puzzle of joys, No end of sorrows
Respect for an unnamed liberation
With the sound of seasons slipping away day by day,
Rain coming to the door,
A brotherhood of souls,
A chance to meet again
Time melts through the fingers of my hand
Waxy feelings, statues, characters
All change color and shape like deserts of sand
Life, like a mirage
Deceives again and again
Your form and expression also change
There is no substitute for you
You are free from rhythm
From words, From voice, From touch!
There is no one like you!
What remained of the radiance in the pale moonlight descending upon your roof?
Did it deny the darkness?
Or did it yellow the mind?
I tried hard to explain that
the reflection of the river water is unstable
the shadow swaysb, ut my mind said,
that there is a shadow of truth in it
There is nothing but mist in your eyes
the path is unclear
the destination is not affected
I am aware of the thorns and stones on my path,
my toes grope for them
Even the beautiful pictures on these knotted walls are strange
that those who built castles of cards
and travel on paper boats
Life! Rests its head on the shoulder of trust
and its feet on lies,
Yet the bells of time jingle
and the world sleeps silently!
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