These dirty and rainy streets
Weep like a lonely child
And my slightest happiness depends
On seeing you smile.
Ardent longing,
Like flood-swollen rivers,
In my heart never abates.
I know there is a man
Who takes your glorious kisses
Mistakenly for granted
When all my dreams converge
Into ecstasies
To merely touch your hand.
You and I will meet again,
There are a thousand poems to be written,
And even the ancient gods will read them.
I am the lovelorn poet
Placing flowers at your feet,
And you are the incomparably beautiful woman
Whom history will not forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am the lovelorn poet Placing flowers at your feet, And you are the incomparably beautiful woman Whom history will not forget - - - -lovely! !