Eons might pass

                     You're a timeless part of my mortal fate,

                     taciturn mist on Himalaya peaks'

                     sublime solitude's grim tranquility,

                     your flames rest in my heart's eternal blaze

                     You're the missing half of my own spirit,

                     boldly strayed, as a strong heavenly gale

                     lashes the waves of an enchanting lake,

                     you write my heart's sanctified codices.

                     On hopeless winter roads you warm my cold

                     hands, feel your fond breath shepherds my scared steps,

                     when night sorrow shows a forlorn life-ghost.

                     On sunny dawns of gladness I caress

                     your face, feel my embrace, eons might go,

                     but Twin-flames shall forever stay blessed.