How can I express the feelings of my own?
Why I think for you is perhaps a reason unknown.
Why do I meet me on my ways ahead.
Why I loose command over my head.
Perhaps nothing I have to say.
Yet a lot of things are untold.
I have something for you.
That's love, not the gold.
O Heart! sing not the lamenting song
Think that your choice is wrong.
If you have nothing to give.
Why you desire to attain the love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem