Thy born in the month of May,
Every morn & even sweet delight;
But thou mind swayed this & that way,
I caused thou tore in day and night.
Thy gentle share and care,
Make me fool! Thou absence is silent mind;
Sweet image & courage made me neither mad nor bare,
When thou love unlocked the blind.
Thy more distance and soft sight
Beaten me in heart through fair stroke,
I suffered and tore at heart in last long night,
My flowery feelings departed and broke.
Thy name is love and dare,
That’s why I tear and scare;
God, stay you back, PLEASE, stay back,
And bless me, like one soul and two roles…
Thy enter into the world of empty emperors,
Then seems it, days and nights carve thro’ golden (plate) ,
No place for ignorance when I superior of superiors,
Almost I am the son of Poseidon.
He and thou presence at heart,
So announce not the absence of first-at-sight,
Because sick at art dispatch and depart,
I AM THE ONE WHO SEARCHED at PERFECT GRAVE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem