Our wandering hearts will meet one day
The echoes of the burning hearts would be answered
The roaming eyes, and the thirst will rest there
Lips will sing the rustic rhythms
Beauty of yours and the brightness of mine,
Smile of yours, and the laughter of mine
Yes, everything will unite there
Supreme yet the simple lights will celebrate the truth
Struggling hands will be rewarded
All the hopes that you ever sowed,
And all the poems that I ever wrote,
Footsteps on windy roots, and the prints on sandy layers
Fate and the fragrance will hug at last
Ah, someday the world will witness the truthful triumph!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem