(kal rater bela gan elo mor mone)
The song looked in my mind last night
When you were not with me
Word I had been waiting to talk alone
Spending my life in silent tears
That word lit-up my tune as Homa-fire
In the dark moments-
Then you were not with me
Then thought today morning
I will leave saying that word
Unmindful-scents of flowers around
The sky becoming full with bird songs:
That-kind tune didn’t offer that word
Whatever effort I gave with my soul
When you had been with me
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem