Poems are birds in the kingdoms of languages
Always flying towards each other and paradise

Poetry is a time tunnel through which
You and I gaze at each other

Time immemorial and now

Every year the world is breaking apart

Every year love would not end

Poetry puts death behind you
You in front of my eyes

Our faces remain the same

Poetry turns the past into now
Now into the past

Our breaths remain the same

When poetry loses the borders of languages
You and I fall into boundless silence

Our eyes remain the same

Together, perhaps
We hear the sound of the universe

Together, perhaps
We are in paradise