Speak the words, speak.
o eternal past, on an infinite night why are you sitting and staring?
Speak the words, speak
For many generations your words are pouring into the ocean,
so many lives so many streams are mixed with your water.
After coming there, it has stopped flowing,
the murmuring stream is quiet__
the rolling swell of water is very quiet, where are you taking it?
O eternal past, you are my heart speak. o do speak the words.
Speak the words,speak.
O stunned past, o the hidden past,you are not unconscious___
why don’t you speak?
I have heard your motion in the beat of my heart,
how many days collection are you leaving in my heart.
o past, you move to different parts of the world
you keep doing your work secretly,
amid the noisy restless and impertinent people you stay calm.
O past you secretly speak from your heart, speak.
O past speak, speak the words.
You have never lost any words,you remember all of them____
speak past ,o speak the words.
You have in every page of life, in invisible letters
written the story of the grandfathers,
Those whom everyone has forgotten
You did not forget anything about them,
I am surprised how quietly you convey these astounding stories.
You give it language, o ascetic of the past, speak the words,speak.