The love rise, when our hearts met.
The night became obedient for nice lovers.
Happiness shines in our selves as a full moon.
Our hearts became too close again.
Long years passed without meeting each other,
They were darkness and grief years.
Years passed without you were not from my life.
They were mirage and hopeless years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem