Dreams are true as the flowers in spring
They are as are true as the wedding ring
In the finger of your darling
Dreams are true as singing birds in an early morning
They are true as the breeze from the nearby seas
They are fair as your lover's hair when flings to and fro
Dreams are true, though they are untraceable things
But they can swim and fly with wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem