I am the oil that drips to glow your lamp,
And you are the lamb that sleeps to love my bed;
However, you are like the muse of the stock of a bamboo stick,
With your precious place of love and your romantic places to touch;
And to dig the ocean floor to shine like a star!
But, the heavens know the daily routine of the earth.
I am the oil that drips to glow your lamp!
Like the stamp of love and thew camp of peace;
So catch up my mind and walk along the sea of joy!
For, this meat must be clean to be eaten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem