My love is blind but,
It will open your eyes when you meet me;
For i am very mysterious in many ways!
My love is blind but,
It will find a way peacefully for you to learn;
And like Rimmon and Simmon in the camp of love.
I will walk on the red soil of your land and,
You will serve me with the red stew of your love;
For it is all well with me and i want to extend what i know to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem