Everything is colorful today.
The black is not evil
Nor white, mourning
The night is rosy red;
with passions flaming high
The moon is fertile green
of hopes conceiving in
The jasmine tucked in tresses
Is burning bright yellow:
of shimmering love inside.
Everything is so colorful today
except the transparent rainbow.
As its colors, are drained and sucked
today by my eternal sighs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem