The foolish lovers
Spreading fingers
The indiscreet lovers
Fixing each other's eyes
Breaking silence he tries to praise as clinical cure
Though nonsensical, always metaphorical lure
The moon is set as simile gracing her
Being ravished by all paralysed lovers
Though it is a divine monitor
For human race and their prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem