You have no home in the starry sky
nor between the clouds, You dwell
nor in the abysmal sea
yet You drive each wave
and give rhythm to the tide
Not bounded to the Earth
to everything, You let grow
Nourishment to the corpses you give
countless colours to wildflowers
and sweet smell
The bliss to a lover who feasts his eyes
on the beauty of his beloved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem