At first is in the life the thirst of knowledge
Somewhat bookish I'm at early age
Excepting no words read I every page
Thirsty heart is at the edge of the sea of knowledge.
Uncountable friends are there in early life
Strong understanding between them
Neither the fear of losing them nor of the hit of knife
No places of pretension in relations or game.
Unexpectedly comes a girl on an immature day
With heart, full of unending love and grace
Floating I'm on the bay of love in an evening of a May
Our lifting hearts are crazy for somedays to be face to face.
But now all are gone from heart, the girl and even friend
Far and far away from the core of my heart
Where's the guilt or foible I know not, but all are at the ebb's end
As if I have lost all my magical power, all dominating art.
Yet, they must come back in my life again
That my little knowledge as far as says
Will cure the wound and heal my heart's pain
And will return again to life all those merry-days.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i wish for the same as you dream