Devagar

Whoever is happy in love, raise your hand
and answer me without fear if it's true
who has drunk from this water and bathed in the river
knows the taste they felt, the mark that remained
when passion runs deep inside us
so many are the illusions for just one dreamer
while the head doesn't know, the heart doesn't feel
the wandering body sails in seas of love
Slowly because the saint is made of clay,
Slowly because it can fall