No known units can measure
In least entirety your heart’s enclosure
The whole universe with stars and game
Find a fine loving place to lay a claim
And I with all my faults and dirt and stains
Lay leisurely at the deepest, free of chains
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I would like to translate this poem
And I with all my faults and dirt and stains.... yes we are such erring human being.. yet he is there to pardon us.. lovely poem....10