When are you coming? When are you coming, dear?
From the sweet laughters and fragile smiles
Of the dark sunny face, and hidden looks in between
The eyes of yours - From the places of the lions and the snakes,
From the jungles that do not acquaint with the wind that shakes.
Lunar nights and fiery fights... Days;
They went by like the train on the subway lines:
High steeps, low steeps... Just for the sake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem