A Look
A Look


Every time I look from my window,
I see the fairy of my heart;
The fairy that lives around the mountains clad with snow.
The cool breeze from the mountains,
Soothes my heart full of haunting pains;
The clouds from there relieve me by lovely rains.
The rains settle down on the dead walls,
Of the heart I had got in loneliness;
The rains lash hard and the loneliness falls.
The pure drops freeze into jewels,
Of the eyes they illumine the darkness;
The darkness of my loneliness far away dwells.