Leafy shadows thrusting upon the night's airy meadows,
Like a lover's dreams meandering on river streams.
The calmness of the night sky like any other moments watching time fly.
For peace, is acquired through tranquil thoughts during a night's release.
The days seem to be longing for you,
What much else with these thoughts must I do?
As taking courage,
Made poinsettia's look red in rage.
The eloquent confessions.
Were no use to my brave renditions.
For bravery then, was stained with lies and misery.
Yet, not from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem