THE LOVER

Our lover is gone, left us in the middle of the movement!
Emotions, desires and instincts, being raw, need the guide and helper.
Springs will look autumns,
Caring hands tending to the delicate flowers will be felt.

The gardener of the garden knew the weeds to be weeded out,
Healthy plants need care, was taught by the lover.
When storms come, facing them is bravery, while burying one’s hand in peace, is might.
Singing in silence, is real singing, while keeping quiet in noise, is real peace.

All these are the lover’s qualities, who was the lover.
Dying in life while living in death,
Opposite itself, while praising others, are to be missed in the life.
The heartbeat of our life has stopped;

The hearts are wrenched to be soothed;
The nerves are carrying tears in place of blood,
The skin is folded to be evident of pain.
The lover is missed and will be missed.