Fog is floating over the lakes, birds are flying above the cliffs, moving back to their dwellings, to the town, towards the jungles. The shepherds are taking their herds to their settlers. O, my dejected heart where I would go? O, the sad evening, tell me where I would move to settle?
What I understood as ‘love, it was a ‘relation of no relation”. The relation I had, was the relation of ‘parting’. I am not feeling discarded because I could not have your love. The sadness is, there was no on









