In the deep sea, where a single ray fell,
I saw your eyes — glowing like precious pearls.
How many thunders must have rumbled...
to craft such lightning into your form?
You wear the hue of a goddess in dance,
and in a single blink,
I was captured —
as if a million stars gathered
just to swirl beside your ear.
Not in seven notes of music,
nor in the seven realms of existence,
have I ever heard anything
like the melody of your laughter.
The wind that touched your hair
became the breath of life itself.
The breeze that kissed your skin —
even the trees shivered and laughed with joy.
Perhaps day and night were born
only to compete for a glimpse of you.
What drunken trance was God in,
to create you with such beauty?
Did He kiss you with rain
to quiet His own longing,
after crafting a flower like you?
Even a withered flower
gains fragrance
just by sharing the air you exhale.
Was it just to witness your beauty
that God gave man the gift of sight?
Or was it jealousy,
that made Him lock flowers behind fences —
so none may rival you?
With so much desire in His design,
why, then, did He leave you alone on Earth?
How angry might He be,
watching me gaze upon you with such longing?
Yet I feel no fear,
only a tiny hesitation in my heart...
O daughter of the Divine —
Even if it takes a thousand lifetimes of penance,
I shall win your love
as a blessing earned.
