In her arms from her womb
On her face a smile of a flower bloom
The eyes that wonder around
A cry so loud in sound, but our hearts it deeply astounds
But a blind infant of love
The sea in his eyes wash away all the agonizing afflictions
O' the breath taking laughter
The purifying gaiety that cleanses my sadness
From her arms to mine
A beautiful boy I enshrine
Sometimes I forget he is blind
He looks with a gaze only a God can define
He's wondering eyes found comfort under his eyelid
Peacefully he fades away into the world of dreams
Yesterday will now re-appear in the form of deams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem