'Yes, get in the tourist bus; a funny ride is waiting
You'll enjoy kissing the clouds - and rain slide is waiting.'
Is my heart nothing for you? Do you really love 'one else?
To hear the truth from you, my heart - don't hide - is waiting.
Where are you? O my beloved! Got too much involved in work
Have you e'er thought anxiously at home your bride is waiting?
Someone who shines in the stars | promised to be mine fore'er
Smiles at me and for me one on sky's that side is waiting
You have indulged human to suffer: wars, droughts, destruction
For being broken - by our hands - now your pride is waiting
She - a beautiful stranger - left saying, 'We will meet soon.
Now I have to have a trip: my tourist guide is waiting.'
What will be found in the room? The corpse of a young poet
Goodbye - for me - the mysterious suicide is waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem