There is a boat on the river and it is mine,
There is a tree in your valley and it is mine,
There is a seed inside you and it is mine,
So do not lift up your heart with pride if you are not mine;
Because we are like the thistle and the cedar in the bush,
And i really love whom my heart meets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem