This house is filled with love and light and joy.
The years have seen it welcome many guests.
This house is filled with warm and holy creeds.
It wards off darkened ways with faithful dreams.
This house is filled with art and vibrant forms
Of music. Culture lives and breathes in here.
This precious home is where I will remain,
As long as wine and friends and laughter flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem