The moonlight shown overhead,
Bursting with light,
untouchable with feeling,
Touchable with love.
A dove flew overhead,
Spreading a note,
Not with writing,
But with love
Leaves fall overhead,
Meaningless to us,
But to God,
It shows love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah this thing called love! Beautifully expressed. Thanks.