*Where've ye gone? *
I hunt up thee through all over
Each mansions, resorts, and doors,
Garth, gully, groove, and dover,
When not received your footprint I roars.
Again I wake up and willingly I see
To the hills, valleys, and plains,
River bank, brooks, and beside seas,
When not received your footprint I blame.
After all I descry in the dream life,
Then I make it adorably rife.
I be all eye at you in the faded dream, and imagination,
To see tinkle of thine anklets, Thy pale pink gown show recognition.
Thrilled to see thy smile, thy ocean eyes and innocent face,
Why'd thou get vanished when I palpate in each case.
Then I realize it's all vain to trace thee all over the earth,
You are just rightly and completely in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem