She smiled and with a whisper said
'Get thee back to bed
The night is young, and so art thou
Rest at ease, my dear, for now'
'O goddess! ' called he
'What rest be there for me?
What calm could befall my soul
When I know not, in life, my role? '
Her smile shines more as she gets nigh
His heard beats fast; he knows not why
Her lips thus lay a tender kiss
Upon his forehead, begetting bliss
Upon his being as a whole; 'Rejoice! '
She whispers again, 'Dear, rejoice
Much a destiny to thee was writ
As time elapses, thou wilt have wit'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written, it got beautiful textures of words, and silently await that sounds you are in the land of joy in the middle of surprise...but need to wait what it is, and silently await for times to come_Unwritten Soul