From the west the fast winds blow,
By force and with lovely sound,
By and by my emotions grow,
And freshness is there me around.
Uplifting their heads, waves me reach,
And with stone and rocks they collide,
And sprinkles water on me on the beach,
And I try taking my notebook aside.
O wind! You touch the Arabian Sea,
That comes from the holiest place,
And so you are lovely and dear to me,
For therein you bring peace and grace.
May you blow through my weary heart,
And grant me strength to face the world,
Oh, gentle breeze, your love is an art!
Cleanse my every word as it's unfurled.
Now darkness begins growing much more,
And standing I am not single fellow,
Lovers gather with beloveds on the shore,
Busy in love and romance but slow.
Who is true mate on the way of love?
I've remained my aspirations with me,
Like twinkling stars so high above,
But reflection is merely in the sea.
(composed on November 5th,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem