Why have you entered, o wandering cloud,
In the secluded chamber of my heart?
Here you'll find only wounded poems
Which have been kept studiously apart.
Yet, their tears will satisfy your thirst,
And make you become more profound,
The storm contained in their words
Will lend gravity to your sound.
However, you won't find, my friend,
The melancholy note of some unnamed pain,
Which these poems contain in their sighs,
And in them suppressed it'll remain.
But, when you will rain, someone would listen
Perhaps in your drizzle, those mute sighs,
And in response a poem will start flowing
Through the tears of that listener's eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem