I have so little to give my dear
So little of gold and silver
But I can give you a gift, my dear
That cannot be bought or sold.
It is warm as a blanket for a child
And, sweet as nectar of a bee
It is as fragrant as the flower in garden.
The only gift I can give you is
My smile when we meet
My tears to comfort you in pain
My hand to hold in your joy and sorrows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem