As I go down along my dream lane
Behind the rocks, trees and mountains,
Can’t see beyond the nice veil of mist,
Close my eyes awaiting something sweet.
Though a stranger you consider me
You exist in my mental eye.
Each time you appear before
A glittering lamp always glows inside.
Like a pond which catches the sun
Your portrait I preserve within.
Tis royal for me to have a wish
But not to build a kingdom or a palace,
Not being able to grant me the favour
Of your presence round the hour,
Let it be a glance of yours
Whether with a happy or an angry face,
Once a day at even moon’s distance,
Shall enable me to make me rejoice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem