I hope that I shall be to meet with you dear
Your noted every pages of mind and memorial corner
Loveless life is like waterless loud, leave-less dead city
O eternal beauty! Come back playing flute moving modesty
Come back with sexy wanton swinging the blazing throat
Like the sailed boat swinging comes to the coast
He realizes that love is not a book who feels of tender.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem