While I was leaving the garden,
The flowers asked me with care,
'Tell us, friend, Do you want to carry
Something with you from here? '
'Oh, ' I said, 'My lungs are full
Already with your fragrance,
And your gentle touch still pulsates
Through my whole substance!
But, oh, those magical moments,
Which I spent in your company,
How can I ever carry them back,
With all their invisible honey? '
The flowers said, 'We will keep them
Safely hidden, covered with dew,
To give as the seeds of dreams
To another crazy poet like you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem