Your heart borders with my heart
like a newly formed country,
calls out to mine, make the pilgrimage
and says you will grant me entrance.
And yes, I see those flowers are sweeter
and yes, I see the grass grow greener
and yes, I see the valleys are lusher
and yes, I see the rivers are fuller.
And yes, I see the woods are shadier
and yes, I even see the skies are clearer
but you are not my home or my country,
my heart has always belonged to another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem