Whenever I get no direction - get lost in deep water
I pass my time idly amidst green trees and red flower
You want me nearer when I remain in distance
If I come closer you cast no glance
Rubbed with your black hair looks the great sky
Fathomless sea lives at your bright eye
Swinging is done by gentle flow of modest air
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem