6.
Often with spring and greeneries
we tend to recall good memories.
The marvelous greensward remembering
refreshed by the aroma of beautiful flowers;
the narrow streets between houses curving,
with the wells, trees, and all spring colors.
For her beautiful face aglow.
For her ember flamed lips.
For my timorous silence inflow.
For all those hot summer drips.
An entire life with emotions filled;
for us the birds have sung in strain.
Marrying me you will be thrilled;
a widow for me you will remain.
Only then I was as peaceful as a dove,
being happy and enriched by your love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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