The field was full of empty spears
as I walk along a lonely path;
The trimmings of the air gasp my breath
as I climb a wall of lonely treks.
I seems that the path is long and weary
and the night stars gloom like fairy;
I know that a story told a night's overcast
as we meet as lovers in a happy voice at last.
I wish to hold her in my arms tight and cherry,
kissing her cheek in gentle affectionate way;
But hurdles clung in one walled lullaby
as I went on dancing in the wind, a childly try.
The voice was husky yet alluringly soft to mend
and seems the whole sky was looking my lonely pend;
For no matter how treks went on hindering my pen
just as long as my love is here for a beautiful end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem