When recalling its wonderful colors
I look at the mighty sky
Through which I obviously envisage them.
When remembering its plentiful qualities,
I catch sight of the glossy sun
Through which I clearly see them.
When recalling its beautiful features,
I look up at the shiny moon
There I can fairly set my eyes on them
If these images were engraved in my soul,
If I didn't sense them with the veins of my heart,
If I didn't see them the with eyes of my soul,
I would not feel them,
I would not be obsessed with them,
Nor would I die for pursuing them,
I wonder why I badly love them?
Why I feel a profound admiration for them?
They never leave the line of my sight,
Nor can my sight stand being distant,
Parted, or stay away from them.
Their physical absence,
Physical disappearance,
Turn into a spiritual contact with them,
For they are part of me,
And I am part of them.