Swirl! !
On the Horizon;
Whirl!
With the muse of a clever girl.
Of grain and wine!
I will not eat until i've told you why i'm here;
Like a well of water,
With the daughters of men coming out to draw water.
A clever girl,
Here for your love;
Hearing your songs,
With the joy of your heart!
Here to meet you,
Moons of days gone by.
Crossing over rivers,
Towards the hill country;
With the view of a beautiful field ahead!
With flocks of sheep.
A clever girl,
I'm a stranger and a sojourner in your land;
Poetry is my muse!
Only with the truth;
Old and advance in age,
To spend the night;
Is there a room for me in your father's house?
Able to receive a stranger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Crossing over water towards hill country with daughter and father is amazingly expressed in this wonderful poem.10