He touches your lips, there is a sound
He touches your budding flower
And there is a sound of eternity
You floats on the sound of creation.
He embraces you, there is a whisper
A husky voice covers you
He enters into your body
There is a fathomless darkness.
There is music all around
Your time turns into a music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem