The day of small things and the day of big things,
Like the plume in the hand of Zerubbabel;
But, i am a sower of righteousness in Babylon.
The day of beautiful things and the day of handsome things,
Like a man clothed in linen;
But my hands are towards heaven with love,
And i will love you like the Queen's Valley.
Aigis my love,
Of such luminaries around us;
But do have one voice on this love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem