Yes, she is,
She is known to me,
She does not sing well,
But when the gentle breeze
Does not blow among the lovely reeds
And the sweet birds do not sing
In the beautiful garden of this great realm,
She sings in her own way,
Which seems to me sweeter than the sweetest
And listening to it,
I fall deep asleep in supreme peace and bliss.
Great imagery. Beginning to the end the poem has spell that bounds the reader in its immersion. I don't want to quote any single line for its beauty because each line lets us to the journey where the poet is sojourning. Great.
She sings in her own way, Which seems to me sweeter than the sweetest And listening to it, I fall deep asleep in supreme peace and bliss. Songs and peace. two noble subjects of poetry. tony
She sings in her own way, Which seems to me sweeter than the sweetest And listening to it, I fall deep asleep in supreme peace and bliss. Lovely Poem dear Poet.......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an absolutely lovely poem- -it flows as leisurely as a gentle stream from beginning to end. 10+++++++