(for Annelize)
Love is a strange kind of thing
where you do touch my mind, soul and spirit
and now with the evening twilight I long for you.
The spring-breeze has a soft whispering,
as if it makes a person aware of God's presence.
Love is a strange kind of thing
where about almost everything it wants to let me sing,
where I pray that God do protect you constantly.
Now with the evening twilight I long for you,
while melancholy suddenly comes to my mood
and somewhere outside a frog croaks.
Love is a strange kind of thing
and tonight I yearn for you to be near, darling,
while it's as if God is right here
and now with the evening twilight I long for you,
I notice trees and bright stars in their chords
while this yearning goes beyond tiredness.
Love is a strange kind of thing
and now with the evening twilight I long for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One of my favourite poets in Malayalam has written, "A pain that could not be named//is called "love" by someone "….. One of the many billion definitions…