If I think of you, I fall into tears,
When the memories fade, I remember you
After much thought that fades away.
If you think of me, I surrender and listen
To your moments of fear and abstinence.
When the loveliness betters the condition,
A frail flower opens and encompasses the heart,
This heart is a crying heart, this head hurts,
All from the heat of the love learnt by me,
This love is an eternal treasure, so begin with me.
My mighty hands are a canopy for the height you
Manage; in fear of me, in felicity, due to my heart.
Many minds stray from the path so steady and true,
My mighty mind bends and weaves its thoughts
According to the lovely actions and experiences.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem