Where did you go, I am longing for thee?
There are no blossoms in my garden,
There is no soft breeze in my life,
How long wilt thou be sans me?
Come back unto me that I live with thee.
There will be blossoms, filled with breese,
And my world shall be filled with joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem