How marvelous I can smile,
By letting my thorns go!
Such a piece of beauty resembles,
An everlasting night,
In which the lovers make a circle
To realize their Wholeness!
Without any drop of bitterness;
I come to you,
As a reflection in a pond;
Your eyes inquire,
What kind of mundane task,
Shall I make holy,
For you can break free,
From your current chain;
I do not mean,
To turn your tablets down,
But instead,
To build a red house,
Whereas lambs are capable,
Of exchanging their pasture,
With the heifers,
For a new beginning is established,
By recognizing how similar they are among them;
As well as to acknowledge,
That even the slightest spark is able,
To burn out an entire land.