Snow falls like stars
on that distant peak
my breath is crystal
and my heart is frozen
inside my bosom
I pull the wool shawl close
in the rarefied atmosphere
steamy tears trace
a path from my eyes
Where is Your warm touch?
Lord of the whirling
planets and galaxies
my lips yearn to kiss
Your sacred feet
O Luminous One
even the mountains crave
Your exalted footsteps
look how they have robed
themselves in blossoms
Lover of the moon
I have sewn a sweet garland
for You....
When will we dance again?
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