Let my hearth be deadly green
Bracing gentle breeze, and no strong gale
Let my dwelling hold matchless springs
Wedded with flowers and no dry leaves
Can my haven be a vivid sky
With twinkling stars and no dark clouds
Can my dreams come true
Only in dreams and in fantasies?
Let me sprout as a babe
Wrapped with love and no said hatred
Crawling in a sea of joy
Bubbling in the midst of care
Being the part of a whole
That enjoys the bliss of sharing
Can I be a marvel in this world
Not a curse to be left lonesome
Can my dreams come true
Ever in certain and in fact?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem