I have engraved letters of oath upon the boundaries of emptiness,
Resonating the endless proclamation of love in invisible ink.
I have inscribed love deep within the heart— painted in the air,
Words are born, uttered within the sphere of vows,
The pages of love breathe— an eternal language.

In silence, oaths are born in love’s darkness,
A vow of devotion to love— without words.
In the veins of existence, the oath flows like coursing blood,
The form of love echoes amidst the ruins,
In the abyss of time, awakens— the spoken god of love.

A spontaneous stream of love, luminous in the stillness of the night,
This vow inscribed upon the chest of silence— deeper than fire.
Endless is the wait, in the womb of emptiness is born an epic,
An invisible radiance, the ashes of destruction heaped in time’s womb,
Letters of promise— the grammar of love is never dead.

In the exiled frontier, loneliness burns like the dark Palash flower,
I have written the unwritten grievance, ignited rebellion in the flames of blood.
The secret language of eternal love spreads across the world,
Love transcends into new light— in the depths of the vow,
The words of the vow— eternally flow in the stream of tears.

At the abyss of the stairway of truth, the final kneeling prayer,
Death, time, or suffering— an unparalleled light rises,
In the solitary script of the wind, an oath— love’s ultimate sacrifice,
A floating, silent promise, surviving through a kiss,
Eternal love— carries an indestructible vow in the void.