Before you, silently I sway.
I feel so anxious when you’re near me,
In vain, I cast a glance your way:
I’m sure that I will never say,
What I’m imagining so freely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No hesitation though to let his pen say what his lips won't- -haven't we all been in this position?