The desire to call you
I always obey
and that of today
keeps your voice resonating
in my remembering ears
like the cheering chimes of a gold bell
stationed in the bedchamber of royalty
to stir a slumbering soul
to brace up for responsibility
and so I awake from the spell
cast by strive and toil
for you sound so real
so sweet and so clean
like dew on a cheerful leaf
on a rainy season dawn
when you frankly reiterate
how much you love and miss me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem