Sow me thy hope in love,
The augurs in passions do evade,
I let them to the layers to gad,
Thinkst the all of the bowings now,
Make me to the stone fully lost,
Out of now, then and then,
Who surge upto the dooms past
Sow me thy hope in now,
Till the writings of the wall come,
To me and trial to the ultimate hum,
You blame me in now! .
O humans! , pluck thy lyre to pain,
And ash thy iambs to heaven
So to bow the owings given,
The ultimate gain.
Sow me thy hope in love,
Nae, show me the river,
To the naiad of the fever,
Else my beautiful dove,
Hope is what I swear,
To me, will he shower!
Out of his bounty and power
Through this nightmare,
Let the springs dwell now…
And 'sow me thy hopes in love'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Sajad the deep feel of love is nicely reflected here. Nice one. I invite you to read my poems and give your views. Thanks!