A golden sunbeam sneaks behind me,
Casting a mischievous glance,
To see his face on my palm kindly
Does not give me any chance.
The ray is laughing at me likely,
Hiding in the haze of clouds,
Burning through the heart so blithely -
Anyone who touches it once.
But, the grace-filled rain can lightly
To dispel that veil with dance,
Give a sleep to my thoughts nightly,
Spilling drops of truth on grass.
Ringing raindrops will compliantly
Sing the summer songs to hearts,
Tell me in the secret quietly -
What ray's name is in those chants.
The nectar of the ray's words nicely
Flows into my soul in lines.
I run after Dream with hoping sprightly
That it will be found, perchance...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem