The locks
Locks often frown upon seeing unfamiliar keys, like stubborn sisters-in-law
They never flinch from teasing
The heart of a lock opens with the fitting of a single key, just as a beloved becomes happy with the arrival of his beloved
Even with the wrong keys, cabinets open
By forming illicit relationships,
lifetimes' worth of capital is plundered
Even the advances of science
How can treasures be saved?
When can guards stop them from slipping into the jaws of death?
Locks open happily with a key that suits their hearts
Otherwise, they become upset, and
they have to be broken open
On the door of my lonely house,
a solitary lock hangs, at the touch of a key the same age as mine
It opens with confidence,
I had such confidence
when she lived in this house
whose mere touch had made this house this house Home
With what enthusiasm, locking this door,
we would set out for a walk, and
then, with joy, opening this lock,
we would enter the house.
Today, when I lock this door,
my middle age doesn't hinder me,
but my fingers tremble
coming back to my house,
when I open this very lock,
where, buried in the darkness,
the treasure of your touch lies
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