'Mashiyah'!
This is the love of muse to touch you over there;
With words of humility to brighten your day.
Like the missing book,
Like the missing child,
Like our toils of the sand when the sungoes down;
But do watch out because my eyes do see your nakedness.
Come back to life joan my love,
Come and share the world with me;
Like the missing records yet to be found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem