Come, come my soul, come and drink,
take a sip from the oceans of endless love,
don't be afraid,
see truth standing by the shore,
come come...
Inhale her fragrance, absorb her essence,
look at love dance in her velvet dress,
come, come,
over there by the moon light,
see; right there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem and you do throw in those gutsy ruminations. Reminds one of how, among all the prim and proper poetry (delightful is another word that comes to mind) of Emily Dickenson, we find that wonderful “Wild Nights, Wild Nights”. Read mine – O Dearest Love – Adeline