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.