W-hen the wind blows
I-n the sweetness of breeze;
L-et it gently kiss your life,
M-aking not you go
A-miss.
M-iss not the wind blowing
A-t the height of coolness;
N-ovember eighteenth morn
Z-ealously feel the softness.
A-llow the air to breathe
N-ow that your heart glows
O-pen your ears to whisper, when the wind blows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem