Wish I can talk with the moon
To send me a boon
Of a girl of matchless class
When under the tree, on a mat
I sit with my bottle and a glass
Wish I could talk with the cloud
To it I must beg
For a lover of heart of gold
With whom I can sit and talk
When into the glass I pour a peg
Wish I could talk with the sun
To it I must ask
For a wife who would love me wild
Then shunning the bottle and glass
Not for me would be a difficult task
Wish I could talk with the sky
Then to it I must plead
To send her now where I sit
Or let me get drunk and die here
Please pour a drum of hard liquid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem with a lot to wish for. nicely written, and very meaningful.
I am glad you liked it Rosie. Thanks for reading and comment.