At the coolest of the day
In the spring of the year
Where everywhere looks dry and hot
Comes a sweet melodious song from the forest
Where I bend and cut
A song not sang by all
A song not meant for all
Only presented to the loved and the very loved
Words not easily understood
Because it purchases more of the love language
And it carries the hears and heart of the hearers away
My heart stops to cut
As he was lost and carried away by the rhythms
My heart holds it beat and seeks the love of the singer
My eye follows to behold the damsel
Only to discover that it was a little girl song
Singing for the love of the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem