Oh Muse!
My rest culminates in your dreams!
With floral rush of gentle wind-
Passing through this heavy heart,
For the blooming buds cherish, find!
With gleaming radiance, woken up-
Bearing lips, history of his silent suffer-
Widen, with gleeful attire of her eyes-
In creamy exuberance-truth I harbor.
Ecstatic, my pain knows no bound of joy-
Blessed with this vision, bounds tear apart,
Set by these narrow lives-drunk,
With their ploy, short to depart!
Oh! Lord!
My tears count no droplets-
In gratitude, filled is this heart,
To rest for a while, upon passage
Through this desert, on my pilgrimage!
And my soul reaffirms; you are there-
In every prayer of this heart-
To quench it’s thirst to halt, Oasis-
Her head rests, in changing spring-I trust!
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I would like to translate this poem
You heart breaks the silence, when thoughts of your muse, fill thy dreams, and flow so well, your emotions, embedded in these verses obscure......... Thy life illumined by the grace of thy maiden, shall quench your thirst, and fill you with ecstasy and joy! .......... A lovely write again...........