The Sea of Meaning

Afflicted by loneliness, this despairing dismal heart A garden deserted by spring when autumn threw its dart My tongue is tied no longer, my lips no longer sealed Do I have a marred speech or my voice still unhealed In the burning heat of the tropical sun, my life has been strewn The serene shade of a lustrous tree is a luxury unknown My anguished soul may cast a shadow on my gloomy heart I lament not when the sky of life is sorrow overcast Nakedness is the common scene whichever way you see Tattered are the garments of morals and the gowns of decency Thoughts entrapped in my heart, Yamin, can hardly come to lips From the crowd of ignorant no one in the sea of meaning dips ----