There was once I looked like a leaf withering
Facing dreams nights crying over my appearance,
Hearing in the cold penthouse crickets whispering
Arousing dole in their monotonous perseverance.
I then seemed nearly to be kind of alga blades
Drifting along with such an immense water flow.
Where was each petal of time falling in the shakes
To make my poor lonely soul so tinted with woe?
I felt myself similar to a willow dried and bare
Standing lonesome by that roadside segregated
Listening to the coming autumn in a breach of air
No more past halo: for what was it to be waited? ...
But now, however, all of a sudden, I've had you
A little love which both of us just got fondly lit.
Oh yes, how this passion acts as a ball of fire due
To light my heart with innermost feeling in it.
I had experienced half of my dear existence
And it had left me only the moment of grief rife.
Let me use that remaining half of my subsistence
To share with you the ups and downs of our life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem