Between the shores of my heart
Under the flowing lustrous holy river
Where the white dove of wishes
Floats on the chariot of stars
Teasing drunken mischievous moon.
I make a bridge of love to drink
From the intoxicated lips of fate
Which will fill drop by drop, my cup's thirst
Where the virgin red roses
From the exotic garden of bosom
Waits to get crushed under passionate action.
The cerise shyness on her cheek
Will melt by the firewood of my passion
Making the sheet underneath sweaty with pearls
And two uncut diamonds in dark night
Will luminescence my heart's mind
Millions of joy will remove the fatigue
And the scent will be carried by the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem