May your poetry flower and bloom, spreading its colors before endless seas of hungry eyes.
Let its fragrance and perfume be tasted by all who walk by.
Let its honey stored in hives, sweeten posterity's lives.
May its seeds by winds of fortune blown, be scattered and sown to bless all mankind.
May it be written in stone and its words be known longer than the rock upon which its message is enshrined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem