Oh clear night
Oh night which more gorgeous than amethyst
Oh night that has merged
The one who I love most
Absorbing beloved into my dream
Upon my blossoming heart
Which I kept for her alone
There I lay sleeping
And I care for her
There in a breeze from high hills
When cool breeze blew from inner center
Swaying her hair and gown
I touched my chin
With her gentle hand
Enduring all my feelings
I forgot myself
Laying my hope on my beloved
All things melted, I went out from myself
Leaving my adores
Forgotten among the lotus
(inspired by Robert Schumann's Chiarina)
When cool breeze blew from inner center Swaying her hair and gown Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very nice Ahmad, well done, keep writing.