Many a flower in the fields
Sweet fragrance they emit
Without a fly perching
The beauty is void
Like a fish runs from hot water
So do your scent stench
Drops splattered
All but on abandoned beauty
At spring it blossoms
Blinking red amidst sunlight
Poison it is to the heart
Without him, you are all but nothing
Says the admirer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
flower.... Without a fly perching The beauty is void.... //.... Lovely portrayal of a lover's quest and longing for the beloved. Thanks.
Thanks dear.