Whence you came from?
With the gleaming sun
And the night so bright
With sparkling stars—
that shine so high
where the beauty is inevitable
And love thats inescapable
whence you came from
My 'dear' hatred
Why, I don't know?
But that I know
That you don't know
And perhaps you might never—understand my know
You may come slowly towards me
My little dear
With trickling drops you enter me
But there's a reason
For you to fear
That you cannot behold me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem