How lucky can the flowers be?
To be tendered by her hands
To be adored by her heavenly looks
And to be kissed by her sleek lips
It makes me dim, it makes me deem
If I were a flower, just like it
Either draping down on her tresses
Or twirling around her radiant neck
I would slouch where she tips me
And marvel at her boundless boon
Ages may go past, and if I to be dry
I wouldn’t let a tear fall to revive my petals
One day, I’ll be a flower an’ lucky I’ll be
To be tendered by her hands
To be adored by her blissful looks
And to be kissed by her sleek lips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the language is beautifully wrought in this poem; enjoyed it very much