In the whispering breeze, it shines like a dream,
A blooming rose bathed in a pink gleam.
These tender gestures, this delicate hue,
Each charm stirs hearts, bringing revolutions anew.
Stars bow down, casting light on the parasol,
This beauty enchants, mesmerizing all.
A charming desire, a sanctuary of dreams,
Like a tale of fate etched on destiny's seams.
As if twilight's hues embrace Shakra's glow,
This magical scene feels like a dream to show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem