A blue flood in the horizon seems to
Spill from the farthest layer of a sky
That stands as an umbrella
over the deep blue ocean where Men of wealth
drill for an extravagance hidden somewhere
midway, where spirits wander
whilst you, watch and ponder
the prevalence of the blue hue
where your universe stands;
it is not the blue feathers of a bird bursting from the bosom of a poet
as a rocket of prophecy,
it is not the blue eyes of a sweet heart capturing the lover’s heart
and locking him at the dungeon of dreamful illusions,
it is not the blue planet sailing away where no place of rest awaits
its crew.
It is a blue that only you have seen and touched
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I would like to translate this poem
Hello poet, I was distracted for a while. But now I took a boat and dove into your blue again. Lovely your blue flood! ! !