If your heart is a broken calabash,
Let me be the potter to gather your remains.
If your heart is a withered flower,
Let me be the water that will bring to you a refreshing health even in distress.
If your heart is a lonely night,
Let me be the moon that will keep your company at the balcony of dreams.
If your heart is a replica of the scanty clouds,
Let me represent the dim stars,
To gather around and have a seminar with the firmaments,
To enlighten them on how to lighten our path with passionate fragrance.
Be my clay
and let me be your potter.