The last sip of cup

Everyone asks
What is in the vague whisper of water
What is in all the charm of the leaves?
What is in the game of that white cloud?
On this long calm blue
That takes you like this, to the depths of imagination
Not to the cloud
Not to water
Not to the leaves
Not like this long calm blue
I do not think of this sentence
I think of you
Hello, all is well
I only think of you
I think of you
You know this, you know it alone
You stay with me, you stay alone
You read the story of Abar Hawa
You are in the heart of Saghar, you are boiling
I have only one breath left of my life
Drink the last sip of this empty cup