so thirsty as the deserts, 
looking for the rains.
 lost like the running stream, 
looking for the way.
 en-cuffed...weeping in chains-
with a heart breathing faintly in pains.
  twas hard the cry of a soul-
snuffling in the smoke of sin.
 
 His love like a fountain, 
so cold, springing from a tender arm, 
clears the screen of my mind-
of fears, to plant the seed of faith
 just like a story-a fairy tale, 
the Word was turned to flesh.
 from the throne it falls to the dust, 
...risen then again on a crossed wood! 
what a love...a passion unselfish! .
that cares to kiss my night with stars, 
in His grace, divine and pure as light! .
He is...what a song cant say out loud! .                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    