My heart is full of a song
that neither breathes nor lets me
neither sleeps nor lets me.
My heart is full of a song
that neither settles down in dust
nor rises up in words.
My heart is full of a song
that stands at the threshold like a sulky child
refusing to go away or be lured inside.
My heart is full of a song
and I know not whether it is happy or sad
only that I have to sing it aloud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem