She breathed verve in my life;
In silent and smooth comfort!
A life, which was soaking pain,
And many unfolded mysteries!
Now her breath brings me music
Quiet soothingly and gracefully!
I endured some twisters, wild;
Those wiped melancholies of life!
Her breath has a special note;
In silence it whispers in the air.
And, my librettos dance silently;
In those limericks of my passion!
Her breath drowns a pallid moon;
And, it brings me that new dawn of life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such beautiful poetry... Brings to mind... a sun soaked beach... a glass house in the middle of an island, suffused with the glow of a thousand candles... or a cabin high up in the mountains.. open on all sides.. filled with the music of windchimes..