the love planet of my heart

 

For a thousand years my soul has been a prisoner in the shackles of my flesh.
For a thousand years I have been a warrior, sins cannot defeat me in their eyes...
I am mad, I am insane.
No diagnosis is needed, it is my confession; I am in love.
Let them condemn my flesh, my image, it doesn't matter; What kind of captivity can hurt my soul more than love?
Which lips can I climb over one by one, 

and touch with my fingertip the face of that sacred star that will illuminate me...
For a thousand years my soul has been a prisoner in the shackles of my flesh.
For a thousand years I have been a warrior, sins cannot defeat me in their eyes...
The eighth of my galaxy, the love planet of my heart,
You cannot fly, no, there is definitely a rope...
My skies have become your home,
Where are those miracles I believed in, where are we believed in?
So were they all lies?
Those things we kept silent about, those things we whispered, and those cold times we swore hand in hand...
For a thousand years my soul has been a prisoner in the shackles of my flesh.
For a thousand years I have been a warrior, sins cannot defeat me in your eyes...
The mercilessness of a king of hearts, Reactively devalued, and the executioner's whips of bloody pride on my back...
I will not say "Ah," I have never said it...
And my heart was two flies on the burgundy tablecloth, I think, my love.
Those "kings of the forbidden" who feign a distaste for gambling yet wield the hands of the casino,
Those ruthless "Kings of Hearts" fathers with the lie of protection on their tongues, All the azure dreams and the innocent steps of the roses.
The fall of the nightingale—its wing broken—from the sacred Tree of Life...
For a thousand years, my soul has been held captive in the shackles of my flesh. For a thousand years, I have been a warrior; the eyes of sin cannot defeat me... Long ago, the king’s menagerie was shuttered,
And forgotten for a thousand ages is the giant lion—carved from a single monolith—waiting for you in its golden cage; 

Forgotten is the love that moans, starving and parched, within the cage of my chest, 

Forgotten are those burning oaths sealed from your eyes to mine...
For a thousand years, my soul has been held captive in the shackles of my flesh. 

For a thousand years, I have been a warrior; the eyes of sin cannot defeat me... 

I have no fear.
The verdict my enemies have decreed for me can never frighten me,
I have no fear;
I shall fall, yet within me lies a paradise... 

For a thousand years, my soul has been captive in the shackles of my flesh.
For a thousand years, I have been a warrior; your sins cannot defeat me in their gaze...
Reach out, take my hands; bombard, batter, and plunder me at the ramparts of my skin with your "Shahi" lips...
Conquer the city of my soul, the cities within me, my love;
Bring an era to a close with a kiss—a dagger-kiss—plunged from your lips into mine, its tip dipped in the poison of love...


14:35—the melody of loving, which I can no longer hear, echoes in my ear; a lament drifting from afar, faintly alighting upon a rose-stem in my ear...