Sunlight in a dream,
Sparrows sing in solicitous trees.
A glass of beer,
A cordial café bar
On a college street,
The sweetness of her eyes.
Certain poets
Are meant to be sad
With suicidal thoughts,
I qualify but protest.
So much color
In the beautiful world,
The green grass
And the yellow dress,
The sapphire necklace
Leading to white shoulders.
I want to see everything
With a complimentary heart of prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Certain poets Are meant to be sad With suicidal thoughts, I qualify but protest.' Marvelous twist on the 4th line!