If you return again
To this mud and meadows
If you love me again
Under this silver floodlight
If that minstrel sings again
In this moonlit wheat field
If that poet depicts again
To follow-on his passion
I may relinquish the truth
That I glimpsed you once in a fading twilight
Standing on the deck of a sinking barge
That you're floating with golden bangles
And white gown put on self
Your moist eyes are gleaming amidst the eternal dark, and
We've vowed together that
We'll never meet again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write on love and dreams. I liked the flow of words. Keep writing.
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