If i were to say
There are many things to say.
From the tip of hush
Till your's good bye.
You hollered, 'your silence, a ugly maneuver'.
You tried to betoken that it steer's my hidden passion,
Alas; as always its can't be breaked,
Dear you failed to reveal my muteness secrecy.
If someday we meet again somewhere,
I emphatically will be a wandarer and a passerby is you,
Then you will feel my eye's mania,
A way that i am searching which will splice me with you.
If we meet in another form
Then i will a singer and you the audience,
Then i will sing my passion
'Rose blooms, all knows
But i love that smile blooms on your black wisp's knot'.
Yet i can't blab of my silence to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem