Look how bright is my sky,
for the day it stopped raining was the day you arrived.
I see nothing but pure beauty in a celestial form,
for heaven must have smiled the day you were born.
A rainbow's arch reaches out and touches both sky and land,
silent harmony displayed in its coloured bands.
No matter how endlessly I search the sodden ground,
for hidden pot of gold is never there to be found.
Though no such treasure will materialise to ensue,
mine will always be the moment when I first met you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem