Honey
Had a fight with the bees,
Told them to pack and leave.
Do not want their honey,
My honey's lips are sweet.
My honey is sunrise,
She is rain and is sun,
And is torch, butterfly,
Is the pillar of my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your honey is really superb poetic; nice to read
Dear Mahtab, than you and please forgive my unavailability and delayed replies.