From East Wind

How can there be silence? In her presence When heaven is around And blossom is found How come fragrance is blown? From east wind unknown What makes mind to venture? To seek her hand for future I simple dare And stare With simple fear That she may refuse to appear We meet but exchange nothing Eyes meet and seek something But where is strength to translate? To grab the hand and relate No doubt, it is an ideal relation As we want no complication We have taken fair time to judge But hold stand and never try to budge