GAZEL TO A VANISHING LOVE

That summer sun which blinds my eyes
Turns into the image of a vanishing love

A sense of being lost that brings me hints of childhood
From the alienation within on desolate late afternoons

A traveler who's lost his way in a strange town
Who knows whence come and going whither

An echo that will never return to its voice
Repeating itself forlornly in the emptiness

Ever does that summer sun, that unconsoling sun above
Turn into the image of a vanishing love