Your soul awake
beneath flowers white,
leaves gleam
in spring daylight
Birds in glee
flap their wings,
on the oak tree
the cuckoo sings
In grass green
violets bloom,
lifting my sorrow
and deep gloom
As I walk on the road
rough and steep,
your footsteps follow
I no more weep
I have a huge problem doing end-rhymes and not slaughtering the meaning and flow of a poem. You handle it with grace and loveliness. Excellent!
As I walk on the road rough and steep, your footsteps follow I no more weep
Sweet musical word dance in glee, In rhythmic beats, the sorrows flee.
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I would like to translate this poem
nice poem...really like it...