The winter came and your love was like the sea of hope,
The summer came and your love was like the ocean of lovers,
But i will be there for you always in all year round.
I am lovely and i need love,
So come and take care of my sweet apples;
For i cannot sleep at night.
Mahli, you are all that makes me love the fruits of love;
And all that i see in you is the true light of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem