Such is the day when it can be said to her,
Such is the day of deep-dark never-ending rain-fall.
The world seems an illusion,
Meaningless seems all the din and bustle of life,
...Only drinking the wine of beauty from eye to eye,
And all the rest is lost in darkness.
Such is the day when it can be said to her,
Such is the day of deep-dark never-ending rain-fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem