I walked alone, and he led my longing journey.
I walked, and then he turned into a torchlight.
I walked alone, and he led the journey inside me.
All the silent candles he kindled so sweetly
By the rocks, I was laid in an angelic shape,
And having him and his smile made me glad.
While I was helpless, he held me in a blanket.
Of loveliness, the waters were running mute.
But then he altered them into a melodic tune.
I am a flower, and he raised it into a pretty plant.
Under his shadow I become a patriotic youth
For certain, his hand is behind my spiritual boom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem