Will you take pain back?
It feels extremely drowsy,
Worded me to remain awakened eternally
With the flowers jasmine, rose, daisy.

The fiery youthfulness is in summer flowers
I lose control on emotional rip,
Who smiles lying on flower bed?
At magic night floating ship.

Whose hair is flown by wind?
Whose eyes are shimmering?
O poet! Glean love in your casket,
All around scattering.

Crescent moon stares at evening flowers
Eyes filled with thrill,
They are saying me to erase blue images
And stop cries shrill.