There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.
In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to be
stitched.
O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burning
fire of love--
Love comes of its own free will, it can't be learned
in any school.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is a lesson by itself. Taught and learnt by heart. Nice piece. Meaningful