I placed my hand on my heart, gently embraced my exhaustion.
Now, you can rest, O weary heart.
My ships anchored in the harbor of safety,
my sails survived the fiercest of storms,
and from the turbulence of the waves,
I transitioned to the calm of the shore.
I was a stranger; every land rejected me.
I was lost; every sea disowned me.
I was alone; every water in my eyes was foreign.
I was burdened; even my shadow weighed me down.
Then fate led me to what was never expected;
contentment slowly seeped into my heart until I was filled with it.
Happiness inhabited me, and suddenly, the sky wore my chest.
There is now a face in existence that recognizes me.
I now have a place I love to stay in,
a place that reassures me, comforts me,
and where I find peace.
Oh, the vastness of your presence that embraces me,
oh, your palms that held one whom nothing else could hold.
Oh, the light of your face, as if the sun had never risen before today.
We met, and time suddenly smiled, and you came to me.
We met on the shores of love,
not two lovers, but one soul rediscovered,
a heart whose strength was in its longing,
whose silence melted into the rhythm of life,
merging with time.
We met, and I became life, I became certainty.
I am a mirror that reflects you, and you reflect me endlessly.
We met, O my weary heart, and now you can find peace.
And O soul, the sky was created to cradle you.
And O earth, how astonishing that you have become a paradise after being a grave!