When our soul was young as now,
We found a heaven in the thirsty ground.
We found a heaven that no raging sky would shatter.
We found a heaven that our fragile hearts would shatter.
But though it was shattered what we found,
it made our inner dreams heavenly matter.
Now are our hearts to make a heaven profound.
Now is our voice to make a shattering sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, S. S. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.