While the lids of my eyes
…which think of the king somehow close,
the King Maran who has sharp spear
…holds my hands at the same time simultaneously!
thinking that this will not happen in reality,
…I woke and got up!
Alas! I have, not only, no good fortune
…but also, missing the pleasant dream!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
missing pleasant dreams, I like it, thanks.