You tell me not to drink
Not to see your face in the moon
You tell me not to find
Your fragrance in a flower and swoon
You tell me not to look
For you in the garden during dawn
And tell me not to come out
When you dry hair sitting under the sun
You tell me not to pray
To get a place in your fragile mind
And tell me not to roam
Across deep valleys as if a soul turned blind
You tell me not to live in
Hope that I can ever win your hand
You live in high hope as a
Princess and I am just an unknown friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An melodeous expression, nice poem.
My heartfelt gratitude Sir.