The incense is burning
At the hallowed altar of cupid
Spraying fragrance all around
Filling lover's heart to the brink.
A heart is burning
At the cruel altar of a goddess
Receiving immeasurable bruise
Suffering to the core.
Let the incense burn, let the heart burn.
Phoenix will arise from the ashes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep and expertly crafted is this poem of yours. Thanks for sharing Masidur.