This morning
during a time of loneliness,
it happened to my mind.

On this light radiating morning,
on the mountain peak,
we saw each other.

In that isolated arbour of niipa shrubs,
sweetness prevailed in flowers and minds.

In that sweet garden of my mind,
with the resonance of attainment,
I tied myself with the knot of love.

Today, my flower is left stamped and crushed,
it lies buried under a heap of snow.
My sweet garden has lost its colour and beauty.

And yet, in the mental arbour of my garden,
even today, secretly,
Your love lingers on, full to the brim.