Who is waiting there?
Waiting for whom?
Who is going there?
From where he is going?
Is it raining?
What is the meaning
of this rain?
The sun is welcoming all
With jasmine and white tulip.
The moon is smiling.
What you are doing here
At this time, not known to me.
Yet I am going to you
Like a madman with nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem