Dusk falls like a garland
Of Jasmine;
Air gets charged with
Fragrance of love and
Seems clean;
Come, to rest your head
On my chest;
To play with your hair
With love, this season
Is the best.
@Tiku
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dusk falls like a garland Of Jasmine; what a biginning! lovely.