Translated by Mumu Alpaka + GPT-Q EnhancedUpdated on 06th Febuary 2025
Like a single droplet, one by one, falling ever so gently,
prayers rise unseen, woven into the fabric of the night.
Without knowing, without speaking,
a longing deepens, reaching beyond the veil.In the furthest chambers of my soul,
a hidden ember flickers to life,
its glow a whisper of something ancient,
something sacred, calling me home.Even as I layer veil upon veil,
hiding the truth beneath painted hues,
my reflection remains distant, incomplete,
as if seen through a mirage of time.If I open the door, again and again,
and find nothing but emptiness within,
where does the soul sail,
adrift in the tide of divine decree?Ah, how could one behold light
without first wandering through the dark?
Is this the final ember fading into night?
No, it is the first glow of dawn,
at last reaching my trembling hands.Though every soul walks a path uniquely their own,
all rivers flow to the same eternal shore.
No matter what we embrace,
what we cherish, what we grieve,
it is written that all will be left behind,
a promise whispered in the wind.And so, as we journey toward the final horizon,
we draw near, seeking warmth in each other’s light.
Ah, how could one truly know themselves
without first losing their way?Is this the record of all I must atone for?
No, it is a letter—
one I have been writing to You all along.Now, a moment is born,
and now, a moment fades,
each breath a bridge between the seen and unseen.Ah, why do these tears fall,
unbidden, without end?
Is this the farewell I longed for?
No, this is the quiet tremor before dawn,
the hush before revelation,
the beginning I have awaited all my life.