She is drawing me at this obscure night
Because I have not been petrified
The destiny and my will could be bewitched me
If I married you immediately in unseen day
Those grass for cows are for heart’s mire
Lest heaven and sky would be same sense
Will this dim light for whole night as I deserved
Like a stone bled inwardly on thoughtless ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem