An intimate dialogue between a poet and his death
A very secret interaction behind invisible screen of time
None on earth knows what is this understanding
What this unknown time between life and death.
The poet takes the body of death on his arms
To have a sweet glance of his destiny
Ah, what a sweet moment with a sweet company
Poet smiles on his suppressed lips.
The poet and his death had a divine time
Like old friend of young drunken time
A sweet breeze flows from the soul of the poet
It takes the body of death to the sky of twinkling stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem