As a ripe old man,
I trail behind you
Remnants of that old duet
Recalled by the swing
Of your knitted hair
The toy that you grabbed from me
In those pleasant childhood days
Shalt be returned,
Oh..! My dear!
Too far away, in my journey,
I find
You are missing in the past
Swinging still, is that knitted hair
Even when nothing is present there
Oh..! My beloved Maya!
You tend to show, as if it's there
Could you be so kind to me
To make me vanish in the air!
Thanks so much for your translation of this beautiful poem! I loved reading it. It is so full of movement and swing, and a lifelong love. Your translation into English is superb. Thanks so much.
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I would like to translate this poem
The toy that you grabbed from me In those pleasant childhood days Shalt be returned, Oh..! My dear! .. my beloved Maya, , , , , , , , , swinging still. hair......... such beautiful and wonderful memories u keep in your heart.... poetry is always recollected memories...... reflected and put down on paper poetrically. you are doing that dear poet.. thank you very much. tony