Don't postpone any thoughts of our love-
until the rain refrains from falling-
on ourselves; from on high-up above.
Don't postpone any thoughts of our love-
until the rain refrains from falling-
let tears converse on the windowpane.
Let them blur all panoramic views but ours.
Let those clouds whose thunder is profane,
lose heart and faith and their entire domain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem