Only a bleed from my love-vessel in brain
Often grills me after the climax:
Oh, hell—Where will this end?
What will suffer even hell on earth—
The undying love mine,
Or the unrequited love-masquerade
of yours?!
However, rest assured:
I shall not put you on a razor edge
But somehow, somewhere,
Something is yet to be—
And that is severe penalty!
So, eagerly I am - awaiting hereafter
To see the judgment of my Lord—
Either your coaxing tale,
or the love in me
that was thrown
in the vast sea of tears
reaches the highest place in heaven?!
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