hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes ;thus begin the record of our hearts

it is moonlight night of March,the sweet smell henna is in the air,my flute is on the earth and your garland of flower is unfinished

this love between you and me is simple as a song

your veil of safford colour makes my eyes drunk

the jasmine wreath that you wove me thrilled to my heart like praise

it is a game of giving and withholding ,reveaing and screening again,some smile and some little shyness ,and some sweet useless struggles

this love between you and me is simple as a song

no mystery beyondthe present ,no striving for the impossible,no shadow behind the charm ,no groping in the depth of the dark

this love between you and me is simple as a song

we do not stray out of all words into the ever silent,we do not raise our hands to the things of beyond hope

it is enough what we give and we get

we have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring from it of the wine of pain

this love between you and me is simple as a song
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