Raining not bad
Evening come flying at noon.
The Kadamba Tree on the bank of the offing river
as if mystery blue castle
An unknown bird seen folding wings
Sat on a branch of lightening-tree far away
Rain, the skillful artist
Started drawing landscape of my silly Love
Nay! the portrait of the gnome of my love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem