It scares me when the end of time Tolls the bell of the call of separation When a black shadow Engulfs the last halo of your sight I am scared of a time when like a loony I look around in all directions I look nearby, I look faraway Except for the flame of a red sorrow In the horizons, nothing I can detect. I am scared of a time.... This time has come The wind of departure has blown Load your luggage Wither the last bud of smile Close your eyes with a sad heart And say, Good bye, my love I am far away, you are far away The roads are closed. Trees mourn their roots. Hey, here is a henna party for your wedding! Nay, it is the blood of dreams crimsoning horizons! I am afraid of me, of people, of shadows, Of the sun and the sea Of pen and paper Of desert, of nights, of fences Of every whisper Of every whisker Taking the road of your roadlessness. Every passing hour of the clock Cuts down the green tree of my lifetime Then I was a spring, I wish I were autumn The sky's tears would refresh my mourning flower. It is night now. My lamp burns slowly, dimly It is listening to the last sentence of your story A new shoot suddenly springs up This is the spring of your winter season.