The clouds and the day are embracing endlessly.
I’m praying for the sun and thinking
Of your eyes;
If you were here, I’d see the sunrise in your eyes
Where In one eye, the dawn- wakening of the day;
In the other, the twilight that paints alpona.
I haven’t seen the sunrise for so long
And haven’t been taken by the gloomy dimmet
Towards the night that your hair spreads-
Where darkness is inviting us with a cast net.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem