It is sadly bad time to love
I say goodbye gladly now
Or perhaps forever
But will forget never
Let me love you in secret
The silent bliss of poignant love
In this country if love was sacred
No one would have asked why
Like the parting of me-
and the summer breeze
I say goodbye, not in glee
I shall wait for long to see dancing trees
But if you were to love
With equal delight and devotion
Such as I do now
Perhaps our hearts would have been in elation
Pity somethings in life cannot happen
The silent bliss of poignant love
If an apple were to ripen
One can eat it if he reaches it now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem