Rivers of sweet, milky tears fall
From the pearly clouds wooven in the night sky,
Tumbling down like a blessing,
That clears the mind, eyes and hearts!
Primroses dance their fragrant heads,
To an unknown, hidden rhythm,
Lost in the euphoria of peace and silence,
Levitating as if leaving the earth soon, without a trace.
Who would've thought in the mizzle,
In the nucleus of darkness and surrender,
Happiness lies naked on the lap of plain rocks,
And balms its lips in the glow of the stars?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem..beautiful imagery