In which weather to write of you, I ponder,
For any weather can be perfect enough;
If only your love in words could be framed,
In which way to write of you, I wonder,
For any way can be perfect enough;
If only your care in words could be shaped,
The thought of you someday going yonder,
Like no thought can be grievous enough;
If only your memory in words could be saved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Saba. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks