Oh, my love!
this world is not enough
to confer the intensity,
that touches the heart of my beloved.
So much pains...! ! ,
sometimes I fail to sustain,
but you still palp this soul;
my love can't be turned back.
Each day and each night,
end with different accomplishments,
but noiseless, soundless that stays
impatient, is a suffering of this heart.
Without you, the expectation lacks,
without you, the destiny sticks.
being a heedless fellow, I've become a motionless;
only you can shape me an embellished.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem