When the roads open their eyes, all the blue fish come to my sea. The road is a smile exits its pinkear from that window which sleeps on my mother hand. Without any delay, I am disappearing in itslight where the warmness wears its whit coat. My heart, like a bird on an icy bough, will immerse in that moment comes from her chant; the soul of light. My love is that wind which can bring all the sky clouds, and that grass which hugs all the world goats, but the mother love is a different world and impossible in its oneness.
When the morning's happiness poured, and the foggy shadow secluded, at that moment I knew that the sun had a pure splendid face and the wings of light went to laugh with their full days. When the mask of darkness falls, I will see all the towers and the glorious rain chants on your hands, where the secret springs of the universe have been immersed in the dust of clayish towns and misted by their brown breeze. I saw your azure trees smiled at the waterfalls and your carnelian submerged in ice tobacco of Mashu Mountain. The white wings of your blooming spirit told the earth the tales of light which had been colored by a shawl of a girl gathering the date from her grandfather orchard. So, the mightiness of earth bends with astonishment at your old glitter and flies as spatial vehicle had seen a new face of the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And when the light touch the object, it bring colours, as wind touch they start to breathe...with God mercy...we see all beauty in front of us, inside our own heartbeats.
oh what a beautiful lines dear Unwritten Soul. Have a great time.