I continue to float in the lustrous holy river
where the white dove of desires hovers
between the shores of my heart.
I construct a bridge of love over the fate's inebriated lips
to quench my cup's thirst, where the virgin red roses
wait to be crushed by passionate deed.
I soar through the night sky on a starry chariot
drawn by two white horses while the drunken moon
plays with me all the night long till dawn breaks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imageries you build there, Asim. Congrats