It is a long waiting to note the perfect words
How her sweet eyes witness the Love's beards,
Her hair is like that the deep, dark forest of Amazon
O You, Imagination! The begetter of Love's blazon!
At night when the imagination flows over river bed
The stirring light shakes in joy under joyous shade,
Someone a distant away hears happy note of joy
Who is there to witness the moonlit - a girl or a boy?
Birds are chirping under the cover of light darkness
O Sol! Please don't peep to break the Heaven's bless!
Happy happy the Globe, so is our mundane beauty ball
Shouldn't I to avoid the running hungry Tide's clear call?
O it is Life, the joyous melting cauldron of fair and foul
O Earth, the tourists' spot for to visit the temporary soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem