No autumn, No winter
Hath faded your charm.
My evergreen Spring
My eternal Summer
you are a seasonless Wonder.
My growing moon,
No roses are akin to
My rosy blushes
You have bloomed.
My Sun, I'm done.
Affected so venomously
I may die in no time
If taken away from you.
My Life, My Pride
Come, I will prove you
How my unwavering love
will outlive
The fashions and the Ages
Yet to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem