Fragrance ever wrapped
Receives sensible sighs
During night or day
To suffocate passion promotes.
From dawn to dusk
And dusk to dawn
Blue or black clouds
Move from east to west.
They may move again
From west to east
Carrying messages of a symphony
That a fiddle can riddle.
Oh! Dear I hear the melody
you sung in darkness
Between the trees and leaves
You covered and touched.
Touched with your finger tips
Carved thy name with your nails
I saw them rubbed not
Years after our visit.
I saw the lawn you danced
And hauled with joy
As a tendered girl
In a folk as a raconteur.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They may move again! Nice work.