A mysterious being of no fault
A subject so pure that gains much glory
Far from what eyes can see
A giant subject that holds no visible description
The light speed cannot run past him
The sound speed cannot run past him
White and clear as the crystal
No eyes can stand his presence if appeared
He wouldn't grow to old
He wouldn't grow to die
Spread the wings like a peacock
Flies like a fairy dolly dove
Against the glowing blue sky
Man lives not, to make his resemblance
Man dies not, to make his resemblance
A creation of valour!
He lives in the invisible
Only imagination can explain
Show me who had seen him
And I will tell you where he lives
If you see him, you are in heaven
If you have not, you are on earth
Oh angel!
Fly down to my eyes
Share me out of you
Share me out of your glamour
Oh angel!
On your side I will be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good job....and keep it up...: -) »so close«