Crossing the Sahara, the beloved city is soaking in beautiful rain-
I'm stuck in the drunken banter of Hornbill-Twilight.
Water-temple of melancholy cries out on the silvery summit of dreams.
I want nirvana absorbing the warmth of your luscious lips shining with lightning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem