The steed of white thoughts races onAlong with the scent of rain and prayers,In a body that has wandered like a pear tree in spring,Souls were set free on the island of solace.
The sound arrived exhausted from the gasping of the wait,With the melody of the mountain wind, with the rustling,With the flame burning like a guiding torch,With the lightning rod, battling the lightning.
The souls united in a flash once again,Silently they poured into one another.We lowered our leaves as fragilely as ever,Today’s kiss seeks out the older one.
Let us wake in the kingdom of candles,Let us race with the face of the divine.The marks left behind by a storm’s landslide,Let us paint them with the sounds of a melody.
Let us not sin, let us put a gag on our mouths,Mute, let us not give up, let us open our eyes,Let us humble our egos, let faith descend on us again,Above all, let the purpose we both share triumph.
I came, my love, with the steed that arrived with a neigh,I came so we might keep the soul’s candles burning like torches.May their light become mornings that bring happiness,So together we may guard the kingdom of love.
Let us grow drunk on the echoes of a joyous voice,Let us live life as though it were only one day,May the leaves of feeling blossom like a tree,Even though it is autumn, we have the gods above us.
I came riding on the white and gentle steed,I bring the scent of spring even in autumn.With the mountain breeze, with golden honeyed lips,I wear the verse of your words upon my body.
And so I feel like the queen of the verse.
