Entering the compound by marriage, this building, this pond,

Every corner of the house, became second life of my solstice,

Reflection of blessings of my father-in-law and mother-in-law.


Now we are independent, we have own residences, but

They are no more, they are in heaven, and we are like pattering sound

Of rain falling upon the pond, that moves, tilts us with sigh.


Walking around the building, I remember their sweet words, and

I feel their absence that in turn guides us for greater perception.