My friend
When all seems lost
do not despair
do not despair
but hold fast
to the dreams and the hopes
to the destitution and the hollowing pain
to rise again
like a blooming field of flowers
on a day of spring
and to walk down again
under the bright stars of the gods
on the empty lanes of destiny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem