Man, you are originally from heaven,
Why then pain and melancholy in thy breast?
I am weary of contending with this wretched world;
Every pain and every sorrow will vanish...
...if we return to our original home -
The home of peace where all the time descends;
Blissful light and freshening music on lovers' soul;
Come on, mount on the celestial winged horse...
...to go back to your eternal home.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The home of peace where all the time descends, Blissful light and freshening music on lovers' soul, .......excellently expressed....