A gleaming droplet among the weed
Seemed much like a pearl bead
Played for long on the lotus leaf
Stroked but retained its purest form
Captured by spell of spiritual love
Going through feel of divine norm
No keepsakes given, no promises made
Nothing they uttered they just played
The dropp turns mist after short bliss
The leaf withdraws into dark abyss
They part, the nameless elated pair
This issue he witnessed…. the silent air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem