You blindly at it looking
and it's like only parcel delivered in snow.
You quit' it'; laughing you l' 'yellow'a love lady'
'I' must blindly never every;
I hate you blind man,
and to hate you I am blind but Ply with you,
and the measurement of my love weathers for you
that you/I followed bindly and blind is that sea I do not see you
but l' love with all my heart
and with you l'm the blind man you followed.
p.n.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem