My beloved is a moon for me
Its face is a readable book for me;
I am impatiently tossing to see my darling
Intoxication of love is a drink for me;
I have instilled thinking among people
People’s tongue is a violin for me;
Materialism has become objective of life
It is an illusion, fatal venom for me;
If they could not grasp light of truth!
They are ocean of dead duck creature for me.