A scintillating afternoon sailed
for a dream destination with my heart
But, my laden mind with despondency
of a pauper, adrift on a shallow shuttering past,
the penance within.
Oh thou! How long thou shalt tamper my patience?
The flow of conscience from your heart
let pass relentlessly towards my forlorn destination
At the faraway garden,
Where languorous evening will play the tune of Sadness
Near the obelisk you made for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem