Who is always absorbed in my soul
Is like the water trembling in the lake
The head of the skeptical Sirius dies thinking
The melody of Orpheus is in the eternal serenade.
Nimble Seagull flutters with white wings
Silts get deposited on the lands
Silent dawn of the ancient face is in the immense land of oblivion
The speed of windmill decelerates whispering in the wind.
The light of her rainbow lips is the spectrum in ten directions
Soft smiling is formed by melting the illusory hour
The majesty of love runs along with that.
Mind sees myself in my illusory mirror;
Melody of love plays tirelessly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem