I'm not crying now but I'm really happy,
As I know that you are not ready
To throw off your veil and embrace me;
Even you don't like to see
My eyes or my face.
But I've noticed your gentle grace.
So I'll wait for your mature age
When you'll be like a tree with green foliage.
Then I'll touch your flower
At the suitable hour
To make your branches bend
Towards the land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem