It can bring all the pain that a man suffers from;
Let thy wish be upon all my years remained!
Out of a precious stone I’ve carved my destiny -
Very much consolation for the problems I’ve had
Every thing that seemed meaningless for me before
You have turned into sorcery of the love’s masquerade;
Only you can revive me from the life I’ve lived through;
Until our chance is gone, let us change the blind fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem