A naive desire wants to draw
A sketch of your unseen face.
He says, he wants to offer a kiss
Upon your both cheeks.
In search of you, this naif
Is swimming in the shoreless ocean of my eyes,
Just for one embrace from you
His both wide-spread arms cries.
He sometime recites to me,
Few hym at you flawless beauty, in my soul.
He says, you chase around after him
Far somewhere in a lonely atoll.
I try to push him away, but this naif
Jumps back on my lap of thoughts;
Pardon, it never get erased
Although i tried a lot.
I know you might have called him from the crowd
But this naif didn't understand,
You whisper at his ears
When thunder was high then.
Where are you? Will this naif find you,
By that sketch he often admit
Or he will just wander in this ocean
And after awhile will vanish amidst infinite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem