Cleric of memory

Sadness cried back,
Standing in the courtyard of the heart,
Could not understand her indistinct cry,
When consciousness returned, it was too late.

The cart slammed to the side, the last whistle blew.
I was not able to hear that,
So, I remained in the unsurpassed desert,
It seems to be waiting for the eternity.

Have you seen anyone?
The little invincible flower that blossomed!
It was neglected as long as it was in the open.
A beautiful butterfly,
Sometimes sitting on it,
I could not hear what was said between them.

The female swallow, looks in the sky,
By singing says "Some sparkled water!".
No more heartbreak now,
Because I'm stuck
In the priesthood of prolonged memory,
There is a layer of dust in the negligence.