Give me pain;
I will give you poem in return.
Give me storm;
I will raise buildings
On its devastation.
Give me desert;
I will make an eye-cooled oasis.
Only don't give me any flower-offerings;
I will be lost then like Eurydice
Into bottomless darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Facing life with the muse of love! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Nice comment, dear poet. Thanks