There is no shadow in the blue forest of the
transformed moonlight of the night;
Maybe I saw a lot of soft footsteps and stretched my legs
I set foot on the familiar path in the body of wonder
and imagination; Very slowly,
Slow calmly; Beyond the green forest, the forest of Magh's silence
We went farther, in the icy winds of the past, in the wind of Falgun,
In the frost of the evening, the familiar faces
with deep beauty are also very unfamiliar
Amal rises in the stars; In the red clouds falling in the fog
The stranger next to him, who falls under
the shadows in the autumn snow;
He recited the holy verses and asked for colored coins;
In the blue moonlight
His touch in my dreamy arms,
in the bluish green air of the horizon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem