When this cruel, prolonged winter is over,
Spring will burst out in spellbinding beauty.
There will be a resurgence of the Arts,
And Love will take on epic proportions.
Time will be condensed into soft minute
Particulars of glorious moments.
O we will move from dire circumstances;
From adversity's prisons to the stars!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem