My Shrine of Love
Holding my love’s altruistic lamp in my hand
I grope around to find you, O dear, in the swarthy
Shadows of the falling sun, I fear lest I lose your
Silhouette in the twilight of my life,
In my solitary dream like a petal-soft
Flamboyant autumn-flower you came
And blossomed with soft shyness,
A red hibiscus or a shining orchid you could be!
In the vividness of a rising dawn
A violin rendered its prolonged tone
That conveyed your pain to me,
I have to protect my shrine of love
From the heat of a barren desert!
It might glide over the slippery algal
Path of time into the mystery of pyramids,
Into the page of history!
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