No sooner had drops of rain flown on this way-
The tip of the wind waved
The music of a single green crop-
Eternal happiness blows in the air.
Beautiful altitude of the cloud-to-cloud embrace
Moments of applause -
Like the unique speech of flying pigeons.
The yellow love of the rose waved and called
Carefree eyes of stars flashed across the foliage.
But in their eyes, the palace was lost
The dark color of the unique juicy lips;
The wonder of the lovely back of the beloved.
Song of mast wakes up with illusory power.
Intoxicatingly romantic scent-
Paints the beautiful arch of the rainbow in the color of desire.
Sweltering summer cuts wind's throat mercilessly on the sharp scimitar—
Breathless air pressure floats in blue water, in blue love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem