Dear heart,
Please stop a minute,
and sit under the hut
head stop pinching
and listen to me carefully.
You seem lost,
and scared, dreadfully.
Like the iron burns hot,
so are you when you are sad.
But be happy just once,
you know when i have, you have.
And it doesn't come just by chance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem