Let us hide ourselves in a ditch
They will suck the blood, 'leech'
When our hope bud will bloom?
Life is glooming in horrible gloom!
My sweet dream, dying within dream
I only witness, melting like ice-cream
Like a ghost, can’t touch anything, airy
Body like a soul or seeing an airy-fairy
My angelic love, eyes always have seen
You and me walking in heaven with keen
Whereas I always on my bed away from you
Sensing, you in dream, I breathe with hue
Let us make a holy knot with love
Stretch thy holy wing, O! My Dove
Dream only we fly away, in a solitary hill
Away from wild eyes in my heart’s rill
Let us hide ourselves in a ditch
They will suck the blood, leech
True love is hard to find but when you do, it is worth more than gold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true love is a precious gift but not for all sometimes it just does not happen good write