اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Light trickles through everything
Like the wind of streaming air
Travels the spirit upon the open water
Arousing within me
A yearning for longing
The branch bows
Skims the surface of the water
Breaking my reflection
Your image it reveals
Wave washes
The surface of the mirror of the soul
Calling forth
A brighter image
