The Butterfly sat upon each flower
In my garden, It drank the honey
And left behind kisses in return!
The heart is happy, it's drizzling
The showers of your comments
It refreshes my soul, journeying
So long alone through a desert
And my dream flowers,
Oh Mad Piper! Pipe again
They now dance to your tune.
Thanks is a word which may mislead
You to think I am satisfied - The dog
Your pet stroke its head, behind the ears
Under the throat, it will come again
And again for more petting from you,
Me too, I like it when you stroke
I listen when you tell, I ask when I need,
Dear one, do not leave my garden
I have other flowers too - Spicy, fragrant
Sometimes hidden like a violet shy, to show
I have, cool still pools, do not leave these
Secluded shades of tall and silent woods
Fair Prince, stay on, the noon is hot
Lie on the grass by the babbling stream
Listen to its story and dream your own
With the evening, balmy breeze will fill
We shall together be under the moon
Plucking a thousand more roses as we walk
And strew petals in our hearts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oru pattaam poochi nenchukkulle suutukintrathe...........