last night your face so lovely,
came in my dream gingerly.
& laughed so tunefully,
that my heart bet quickly,
which i kept tutelary,
just to loose it now suddenly.
with my heart you moved off softly,
i opened my eyes worriedly,
but i found my self lonely,
for hours, i lay in bed, helplessly,
then i searched for you entirely,
& found you ultimately,
no where else, but in my heart safely,
smiling at me impishly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your thought is deep. But I have a question to ask, 'Which language do you write poems in? What is your mother languafe? ' The language of poetry is mother language.