I am cut in two: I’m torn apart,
All adorned and embellished…
Pierced with daggers, black-and-white,
Every inch of pain I relish.
I became a piece of chess game,
I’m a pawn, a queen – who knows?...
I’m a monochrome sad maiden –
Neither black nor white but both.
When I smile, a rosy dimple
On one cheek appears shyly,
But a crystal tear dribbles
Down the other all the while.
What is truer, more delightful –
Joy or anguish of frustration?
What is harder to survive through,
Yearning or renunciation?
Music – black-and-white sensation –
Fills the heart as sails are filling…
I became your inspiration,
A sweet fragrance of May lilies…
I became your finest torment –
Bringing each new day a new aching…
A goodbyes and greetings’ torrent,
Caught in black-and-white embanking…
Love is dinging like the daggers,
Like the sweetest classic music –
Poisoning and resurrecting:
I’ll make you the best of muses.