that sorrow is
another illusion
fog on the trees
mists on the mountains
all that is to be done
is simply to wait
it is the sunshine that
drives them all away
that anxiety of the mind
is but a veil of a woman
lift it up and see that
beautiful face of your
beloved that you cannot
resist kissing....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem