Last night I had the most amazing dream,
I dreamt about the awakening of spring,
of all the hopefulness
of the blossoms on the trees
and there were spots of pearls
covering the willows
where weavers were building nests.
The air was fresh with the fragrances
of poppies, lilies and irises
and it seemed as if they were dancing
with colourful dresses in the dazzling sun.
Among the fields of dandelions of my childhood
we were walking hand in hand
and were so much in love
as you pointed out a beautiful stream
where ducks were swimming
it was if the earth was created anew
and the days were carefree
and I wished that spring were already here.
I lay awake when the first rays of the sun
pierced through the veil of the night
and in hope said a little prayer
as you opened the window
that winter has passed
and blossomed into spring
just as in my dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem