I feel the cool wind of the morn
Comes flowing from the dales as
The east glows in the rays of the sun
I feel the soft touch of the air
Standing at the window as it passes
By caressing my tufts of brown hair
I feel it is time for me to meet
The pretty maiden as birds begin
To hop in rhythm with her dancing feet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful x Top marks Anil x