From where do you pull such words out of Heaven?
How can you encapsulate the beauty of the whole…?
Oh, enchanting billows which soothe the mortal soul.
I soak in the rhapsody, I breathe in your name…
Who ever heard such words of life, so pure and so gold?
What if 'her head be bald, ' and weather was just like hell?
What if 'there was no princess' but only a southern bell?
Perhaps, only in the light of day, her heart was swept away.
But even if that wasn't true; I’d wait always to hear from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem