Don't know for whom the flowers bloom
For whom they shed essences and dispel gloom
Don't know why they play with the bees
Why do they swing like dancers in the breeze
Don't know who gives them many hues
Why for poets and writers they serve as a muse
Don't know why dew drops shine bright
Rolling on the petals in the sun's morning light
Don't know why they bloom day and night
Why they are so sweet and are lovers favourite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Flowers are full of color Filling the air with pleasure Right under the nose of her Switching happy harmone gear.... good litories. Nice poem.