Sitting at the edge of dawn
I began to wander to a particular drawing
Took in the breezing comfort
Wishing for nothing more
At last, heart stood upon the hill
Gazing in only this time
We looked to the west
Driving the steers of passion
Pushing onward, we came to this clearing
The place for rest
And now We rest
We will be at peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem