Reaching Melancholiah - Decoryah

A pond portrays mirage

Which mirrors deep space — deep space

I dive again into pleasures

By taking myself to the pond

I preceive the place where I lost my love

Now, only grey woods are standing in the frost

I touch it I feel it my faded love

I’m somewhere here, but I can’t behold !

Brooks streams and sombre liquid lies in vague pond

Lamenting sounds from cathedral we hear… or do we?