To you... alone was the talk
Speech that does not remain silent
And the heart was beating for you
Time to shake letters
And speech clips
My vision was of you
As is your vision of me
The flutter of our wings embraces
Like butterflies hugging flowers
And like running of deer in the prairies
In new seasons of longing
The tweet of the nightingale was not a tweet
It rings and resonates above the pain of wounds
Corresponds to purulent sores
Where are you after a long separation?
On the horizon of my life...coming and going! !
So that my heart does not remain calm and calm
And the morning river never dries up
The words that do not remain silent are silenced
And I become alone... all together
In the loss... and the wandering of my soul!
Come...to me, yes, come
In the scent of the morning flowers
And the fragrant scent of its fragrant perfume
Tweeting and shouting of the nightingale
Come with the dreaming larks
Shaking the night off the body...
And the sparkle of childhood innocence
I hid with my nectar notebook
Come and pass through the ribs
A new moment full of lightning
Tomorrow, will be filled with ambition and confident steps
From a womb and oriental origins
Come, all white memories
O bride of green grace
O fragrant innocence in labor
The path...and the path
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Enervating. " Come with the dreaming larks / Shaking the night off the body.l nice…..