At dusk I lose myself and lock
In your deep eyes, my beauty, as a slave,
I find myself bathing next to a rock,
Or near a beach, in the endearment’s wave.
When the tear of thus is dripping,
The seal of love is touching us
On written lines and sighing
My heart is torn by pathetic moments thus,
With the mild, gentle, solitude’s ray,
From your eyes and aura of saint,
Flow secrets from instants of truth away,
And springs a diaphanous light of enchant.
Hereby we merge in the Universe,
You and me, we are now Light,
And our verse remains remembrance,
An oasis on a sky in a serene day’s sight.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu