A keresés eredménye

Nameless

The color of your eyes’ may embrace my whole soul
Today is the day when black flowers bloomed in the heart of mine
If you ask for me from winds cordially
They shall say “He already is passed away for your soul”
 
From the sparks of your eyes going into hearts
Come my love, come and serve me a poisined drink
It spirited up my heart which had never been spirited before
Yes it did, the charm of yours which casts a spell on me
 
Oh the hard woman whose eyes looks strongly
You may either make me suffer from love
Or stab me in the heart of mine to make my end come
Even if I die my love for you will continue to exist
 

The End of the Paths

While we are exiled to the abroad on this again,
Maybe even one person will not come to wave goodbye.
Even the dogs that follow a bone for long hours,
Will be laughter to our loneliness.
 
I'm leaving: Burning exists in my heart...
There's a geyser which cannot be defeated with armies in my veins,
Only I have the memory of
Those acquaintances who laugh with me.
 
Harsh roads cannot be passed with gentle hearts

The Letter That Returned Back

Is your soul made of fire, nor are your eyes made of flame?
I don't know, how this volcano has flamed up with the ember.
Can a lover hide from that flame?
Since you wanted, this heart has flamed up unwillingly.
 
If the daylight got a light from you to take on a different color.
If the moon bowed down and crumbled on the ground due to your face,
While everything disappears from my view,
Wish the radiants of your green eyes could be seen...
 
O thou art, you turned me into ashes with your eternal fire
O thou art, you flamed the hearts up with your every gaze
Thy face is sharp as a dagger, as thin as flowers
When it gives me the delight of death in search of you,
Hence I've thrown the angry giant in my soul into the breezes,
Hence I've tasted the having sin by the eyes.
Thy eyes are a Vistage from God's creation,
Thy eyes are the cruelest punishers and guns of yours,
Thus fire your glory gun which the heart can reach its way.
Though you kill or shoot me, thou art still beauty.
 
As if that another dishonesty flushes out from your face,
A face which was made of a female tiger and grief...
Woe my heart yearns for thee, the freshest flower of my 20 years,
It never eases up even I encounter you.
It never eases down! It is the sound of heart, adoring, and love!
It never eases down! It is the compose of the eternal yearning.
It'd be easy to die for sake of you by means of longing you,
Wish It could be possible to see you from the hereafter.
 
Even those seas drown the world turning it into the aftermath,
Those seas will merely put my volcanoes out...
'Cain' still lingers in the deep of my soul as he is hiding,
If it could be possible, to do everything for a life-term in return of
I'd be a curtain that hides you as a secret.
I'd be like the dust you step on everywhere.
 
Your moonlit face may make God jealous,
This beauty cannot be made up of the poem.
Both reaching you and being away from you is hard,
It is a game of the heart, nor can't the gorgeousness be seen...