That Rhythm Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Don't come to much close to me
Shhh, see... Wait...
Don't...
Let this song be not sung now.
O precious love, wait a little
Let's not trap that trance
O my everything, and my everyone,
You have offered me yourself;
You have surrendered your all and all,
And I am under your aroma
So, let us not be child for a while
Let's wait a little more
Our valleys will not vanish so soon
Let us be the undying architects
And let's sketch each street to us
But let's not finish this journey now
Rosy wind need not to be worn now
Let's ripen it with our hearts
In the meadows, we will celebrate, O love
Certainly our love will have reach that rhythm.