Your little sorrow and brief silence
Seems to me utmost darkness.
The absence of your lovely cheerfulness
Reminds me of our merry moments.

The earth seems no longer a blissful place
To breathe in the air of liveliness.
I await your that mood of joy
Like a skylark that looks at the sky.

Time is spent in yearning for your sweet voice
That cures the sadness, that removes the darkness.
The moment your joy is heard
I spring up and start off from deep inside.
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