You were suddenly coming,
From one of familiar villages.
In a hurry I was gladly going,
Without leaving messages.
On the road to your building,
Thought of romantic meeting,
And long letters of introduction,
Forgot getting off at right station.
I shyly read a book in the studio,
You gently turned on the radio,
Playing a light music for me,
Followed into the symphony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The symphony of love. Nice work.