Have you heard Honeysuckle?
Marriage between you and me already settled
Prior to that I shall interred thousands of torch-trees
On the earth surface, on the shore of each river
The face of the earth would be veiled with fire-golden colour
And in the sky would flash blue storm of lightning
I myself would invite the star-neighbours
For accompanying me the crowned bridegroom
In the wedding procession...
In the mean time you will be waiting for me
And dressing well yourself would be electric-flowered..
With the prosody of raining, sound of trumpets of thunder
With the swelling of water and fragrance of screw-pine-lady's mate
Our wedding ceremony would be replete with grandeur...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem