Draw mear to me and,
I will draw near to you;
Because your gold and silver are corroded!
To the status of the heathen and,
To pay the tribute money to my lovers;
But where rivalry and strife are,
There is confusion and every evil work.
A stiff-neck and a stubborn generation,
And like horses with riders on them;
But my citizenship is in heaven!
I will open my mouth with wisdom,
For strength and honour are like my clothes;
And in my tongue is the law of kindness.
Let my own works praise me,
And like a great blaze of light!
But kindness can be deceitful at times,
And beauty can be in vain.
Forward ever!
Come and stand by me;
Because this poem is for you,
For your love is like the sweet muse of my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem