Swinging palms rise tall
Sun stays calm- a revolving ball
Deserted dale sleeps flat
She walks the street with a strong heart
Shadows fall dark on ground
Trees make swishing sound
Ripples die in the edge of the river
She had hope to meet her lover
Floating clouds disperse in bunches
Fruits hang heavy from branches
Foxes shake cold from the fur
Hope and love begin to rise in her
Crowd look at her in surprise
Seeking man of love is not wise
Years have gone since they parted
Yearning to be united is not yet sated
Silence reigns over fields and shakes
Worms writhe into holes and cracks
Whisper flows thick in dust and heat
Love pure and holy she did never meet
Water runs thick on river bed
Crows sit on trees demur and sad
Him from penury she could not save
Her body was found by an unnamed grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant story nicely narrated.