She is a beautiful bird, in a garden or a cage,
I am not worried about her age,
Her physique or her complexion,
I’m aware of her amazing perfection,
I know she flies like beautiful kites,
In her sweet and lovely beautiful writes,
Filled in with love, I see a heart,
A thirst on her lips for poetry and art,
But I see a restless soul of an eve,
She’s thirsty of love I firmly believe,
I see her flying in the lovely mild rains,
Getting rid of thirst and untold pains,
In starry nights I see her walking,
With a blue moon I found her talking,
On the music of winds I can see her singing,
Turns flowers in bells I notice her ringing,
She is beautiful as beauty she admires,
What she loses and what she acquires!
In search of her, yes, I know,
She is a glow worm, let her glow.
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I would like to translate this poem
Stunning expression. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing. ....10