Wearing a sash, the day of silence once stood still
As if heavenly poetry will be read in a sweet tone
The sun rays measure the speed of the wind
The green signal of foliage spreads across the horizon
Coming here, I see a women of impeccable beauty
Gathering fragrant water from the white cotton of the clouds
As if she will worship her unearthly beloved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem