We shall crack this deft silence
With the whip of muttering yesteryears
And lit the candle of concealed passion
Till the acute darkness governs the river bank.
Let the mute stars change their sides
Towards the zones promising moist egfulgence
In the vestige of breathless air not swindling
Now and then for greater air in hallowed embrace
Complimenting the wide eyes glimpse towards the haven
Ratifying the union strange amid the differences.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem