The Heart of Dream Be Revealed

Let the heart of dream be revealed, Just as drunkenness reveals upon The quivering lashes of the eyes sunken in love, As in the shut books, Possibility of a rose to bloom reveals, As to the finger-tips, reveals taste Of the virgin touch of love. Let the heart of dream be revealed, So that I could see The drunkenness of the unrevealed puberty, The same bewilderment which I wished To string just for once on the thread of breath, The same indecision To which the innocent half opened eyes Bequeathed a trust, And fragrance of rose and jasmine. The core of heart imprinted, Sans voice and sans word, The feel of imperceptible smile On your throbbing rosy lips; Then to my eyes you awakened like dawn. O! The beauty with speaking eyes You are the soul of poesy, Time penned several episodes Of the bygone age, And the threshold of each chapter is stunned Like a sealed dream, There is neither any knock, Nor any sound, Nor any breezy word, Nor any prudence. Would that before this moment passes, The heart of this sealed dream should open! And I may see what the allusion was Of the tale of your imperceptible smile, Now, Being the sinner of love What compensation for the injury I shall have to recompense.