Day and night
our hearts beat, 
arteries, veins pulse
breath swells our ardent lungs
and we live!  
Oh, hear how the morning dove moans
in the pale early light; 
wander with me
with open arms, 
embrace the radiant eye.
Our love grows
as slowly
we rise.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    