you give me the flowers
with Aryan hair and fragrance
the flowers in the flower of faith
why I can not buy happiness
perhaps I was not even on the earth
but the women saw the pure angel
than the Gloria was above her
and she brought down the sky
now you need not be afraid of me
I will not write any longer
about sad love and sorrow
so I give you the jasmine flower
although my happiness in vain
I will already be opened again
as well as the fragrant jasmine flowers
see when the tears rolling off my face
poet's life has been faithful
quiet and stay out of luck
would not be so much
as so many bad, sad songs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem