اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My mind lies weak
And quietness speaks of sound
As captive in a creek
Of wordlessness.
As though a silent hurt
Is trembeling
In screaming riot's roar
The night stays calm
And quietness speaks.
