When are you coming? When are you coming, dear?
From the sweet laughters and fragile smiles
Of the dark sunny face, and hidden looks in between
The eyes of yours - From the places of the lions and the snakes,
From the jungles that do not acquaint with the wind that shakes.
Lunar nights and fiery fights... Days;
They went by like the train on the subway lines:
High steeps, low steeps... Just for the sake
Of a bunch of roses... Not a garden, not a reed bed -
Only for a bunch of roses.
Time is a kind friend, my friend,
My mistress, my angel... And my heart
Could only weep when I was walking
Towards the shadow of my light.
Ah! Now I see! The scene that I -
I wasn't able to see... And my mind;
It was trapped by two I's and
The eyes of Miss Fiery Lunar Blind.
Why would it flow and grow
Like a champagne meeting the sun
Behind a curtain-less mirror-like
Window, watching me endlessly as a widow.
The deepness of the dark blue sea -
She sees that You are coming...
Ah! Now I see that time is a kind friend,
For you are coming dear. You Are Coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem