A solitary nightingale whose chest is full, bursting with pain for a mate, cries out loud, day and night, for his mate to join him in his solitude, This cry, when resonates with another solitary heart arouses in them also sweet longings for a forgotten lover, When those waves of the cry harmonize with each other we see an ocean of moods doing the cosmic dance of ups and downs as is the way of life, And thus, find the pleasure in pain, like a woman while giving a child birth, so this way you will be secretly hoping for those days of sweet pain, And since pleasure is just that – pleasure, savor every moment, cognizant that the law of averages prevails, as the next unsavory moment does not come, rather has to come …  

O my slave full-moon, You shine up in the sky for me, my sweetheart shines down on earth for me, The moon above makes his movements elegantly, my moon down makes here too movements makes his movements unnoticed towards me, My eyes wait patiently for the day, when my moon will illuminate me with his full power just like the full moon above, I will spend the whole night, looking in his eyes, My whole body motionless like the night, his body also motionless like the stars, I will not let a night like this ever end, I will tie that night tightly with the ropes of my eyelashes, and not let the moon vanish! O merciful Sun! why do you have to come to end of a night like this! Like an enemy, you will snatch my beloved from me, don’t be so cruel, for I have only my one moon, the one and the only… 

a storm roars outside, a storm roar inside a lightening flash at a distance, warns will fall on us a rain water meant for extinguishing a fire outside is instead starting a fire inside, when there is insanity outside, insanity inside, anything can happen close your eyes see nothing and yet now your eye of the eye is seeing clairvoyantly, the fire in me is really the fire in you’ …