And all seasons shall be sweet,
Like fruits from the big fig tree.
And all lands shall be free,
Like birds flying high and free.
Searching between you and me,
Sins eating deep in between.
Disturbing calmness of the sea,
You look with inner eyes and see,
It is more to it than it seem,
They are the dreams; the fantasies;
And heritage left for posterity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Like fruits from the big fig tree' strikes me as a very attractive line. Enjoyable piece. MM.