The sky garden,
Decorating with stars,
The stars are looking,
Like a candles.
When the burning star,
Rise in morning,
The God announces that day,
Your birthday.
When the cuckoos are sing,
Peacocks dance,
The birds are
Present
Clapping through their wings,
Trees are
Present
Their flowers,
Flowers are
Present
Their fragments,
Clouds are
Strew
The rose water,
The sea
Present
Its pearls,
The Angeles are
Present
Their crowns,
I'm also
Present
My poem
For you..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such good lines these