Nightingale sings not for fables -
But to blow into his beloved,
As God has blown consciousness
In the soul of created man.
Because - to blow - is a sacred thing,
Unstick lips that together stuck,
So flowers drink rain in spring,
So God commanded to love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I want to quote a line from your poem, may be I'll end up quoting the whole poem. every line is so pure and serene. Beautiful imagery from your beautiful mind.