The drops of first rain
In the summer pain
Almost dry up
Before reaching the earth
The sell from the dust
Is tempting beyond description
It smells so sweet
That I wish to absorb it
Into the core of my heart
It is sweet like first love
It is soft like mother’s lap
It can make a person
So crazy that he fills
With a lost pleasure
Once it enters the mind
I becomes a fixed spot
Of memory
And it sweetness
Never fades out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem