There is no love milder than the love of this breeze,
It hits me slowly and my heartbeats de-freeze.
There is no love lovelier than the love of food,
Cooked by my mother and refreshing my mood.
There is no love jollier than the love of flowers,
Pleasing my eyes and subduing my thunders.
There is no love more painful than the love of you,
Mercurial at times when I have no clue.
The only love I want is not to hate you at all,
I only want to rise whenever I fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem