Come my wayfarer friend,
Come stepping over the petal-strewn path.
My mind has become a restless wanderer
Waiting for your arrival.
All across the sky there is a frolic of light,
The earth is decked out in a festival of flowers,
And the rafts of colored clouds afloat
Are all anticipating your arrival.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem