While two incense burners mingle
we'll pinch out the stars that twinkle
as the jasmine entwines these hours
let love, envelope all mean flowers.
With moist pressed palms, amen!
We'll yearn for sleep, never again.
With prayers, this powerful
who would chuck in the towel?
Dappled light: ample shade
each is like a bed-half-made.
'Such a joy when my limbs
hike climber over limbs.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a beauty of lovely feelings. It's magic of description........................10