Whither you betake yourself
Thither if I don’t rush myself,
What you long for in bosom
That if I delay to present,
When you for thirst seek water
Then if I fail to turn a spring
Could I say that I do love you?
If I did, could I miss you, dear?
20.06.2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem