Time is the day and the hours
Like air filled with old memories
Drifting with seeds of flowers
Going into blue from the tress
Light that comes into the night
Anything that strikes into souls
A heart that is born into its fight
Footsteps from concepts and roles
Love arrives without boundaries
Flowers in dust onward rising
A feeling from inside one sees
Never to true heart disguising
You and I and what remains
Ecstasies of the new born dawn
Pleasures bearing some pain
Each others roots together drawn
Time is of night and the morning
Like shadows dancing through day
The fire inside and its yearning
Anything burning within in its play
What becomes when love arrives
The unknown things of the heart
Feeling that stings and thrives
On something different from smart
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I would like to translate this poem