My innocent babe, My little lamb,
You understand the rythm of beats tremble in my heart.
You feel the smell of my breast the way no one can...
I can feel when you seek the warmth of my bosom
You are the kitten nourished upon my blood
I am a heaven like garden and you are blossom...
Your charming eyes, the reflection of my dreams
Your little hands are the fruit of my barren love
Your bright smile is the flow of happy streams
Although I am deprived of a peaceful nap,
I'm blessed to see you sleeping peacefully
I'm the luckiest to have you in my lap...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mother's love for her infant so nicely painted, that the poem has become a work of art.
Thank you sir.