the herbs dreaming of the clouds? 

What an omen that changes the words into trees and grieves afraid of clouds! 

What a sleepless star that deserts those dozy eyes!

Wandering in the flames of my concerns, 

I hear your thunderous tears in an overwhelming silence

They have propped up my sorrow and dinned my entreaty

I have turned out to be a sleep fearer 

Afraid of being killed by my doubts 

In darkness, I have closed the grief of my windows

No more fear as your eyes are my windows to overlook at pearls and stars in a blue lake

It has been so lonely 

Nothing makes it happy but birds cooing 

Like heaven's sparrows landing on thousands fields as planting seeds 

Like suns that have woken up the dreams of many virgin dreamers 

So, don't be afraid and come on to run all the pictures' begging

It's our longing who whip us to push us towards our destinies

Tell us that there will be a gathering morning comes out of our omen

Cheer up and disregard the rain disbelief