The Throne of the Joyful Delight

From the depths of the confining darkness at the bottom of the well of sorrow,

I ascend to the throne of the joyful delight, and come back to you.

Amid the pool of the blood of my wounds,

I gain my life again, and return to your healing bosom.

After so many years of aimless wandering in the middle of the barren desert of the existential alienation,

I could distinguish my way around, and return to the arms of your tenderness.

After staying a lifetime in the thick dark layers of the caves of neglect, in the valleys of oblivion,

under the black sky of the depressing bitter winter, I could hear your soothing voice,

showing me the way, through the intricate caves of the dark maze.

I come back to you because I am the words of your book,

and the lines of your destiny, written on the palms of your hands.

I am your soul and your innermost core, and your years that have been mingled into my years.

I am the empty hall in which your enchanting voice is still echoing.

and the musical instrument whose strings are still vibrating because of your fascinating breath.

I belong to you, and the barren desert of the existential alienation is going to turn into a mother's hug,

when your compassionate tears fill the well of sadness,

from which I will ascend to the throne of the joyful delight, and come back to you.