You were suddenly coming, 
From one of familiar villages.
In a hurry I was gladly going, 
Without leaving messages.
On the road to your building, 
Thought of romantic meeting, 
And long letters of introduction, 
Forgot getting off at right station.
I shyly read a book in the studio, 
You gently turned on the radio, 
Playing a light music for me, 
Followed into the symphony.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
The symphony of love. Nice work.