Raindrops slide down across panes
As music is played by the dark cloud
Trees are drunk to their fills and they
Shout sometimes low sometimes loud
Raindrops fall on the faces of leaves
Onto their edges they hang for a while
They fall on the ground to make pools
From there they begin to move for miles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's June birthing time the youthful raindrops in the dimple of beauty sky calling the romantic dance of peacock in the width breast of rainbow cloudy girl on the feathers of lotus flying high like the cotton pearl and drowning now raindrops by the jet of butterfly as diamond crystalline.....