O, my love
Come silently in the middle of the night
With your tender touch
Bring sweet dreams to my eyes.
O, my love,
never again I will need to open the door,
Come quietly through the door of my heart
Be there forever in my sweet memory.
Come as the fragrance
of an un-blossomed flower,
prevailing in the evening breeze-
Sing out my name
over and over again
Like love-stricken evening bird
in the wilderness.
Come as tear drops in my eyes,
Whisper in my ears
like soothing tune of flute
Come as my lost love
O my ever lost love-
And be there as eternal pain in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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