An Invincible Heart
An Invincible Heart
O dear, between the grinding pebbles of the pain of my heart again
Though, you have crushed my life like small pieces of broken grains
Look, I will be leaving it with my tears and knead,
The meal of hope to relax and to feed,
The sad heart for whom no harvest blow ,
Which expects sour and bitter medicine of sorrow,
I know, in the fire of sadness you have thrust ,
My flowering soul and torn it like a metal rust ,
Beloved, it will blossom like a blushing dove,
To stay under chatting hearts of love,
The sad heart souls for whom no flower bloom,
Save sour and bitter buds of doom.