Come to me where the mountain meets the shore,
And I will leave my ship and abandon my sailors.
Come to me when all is ambiguous and nothing is certain;
For not the bare rocks for the waves had a date,
Nor do they have a place to hide behind a curtain,
Yet way they longed and hugged each other.
They say we are not the planners of our own fate;
They say I am neither a captain nor do I even have a ship;
I say only our will is our destiny with all our desire.
Come to me when opened still is the door;
Come to me before too late and then you can come no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem