Special meanings are attached
to each and every name
but to me, Mischana, they have begun
to sound all the same.
As sun's morning light approaches
and fresh dew bathes the Earth
the one name I first awaken to
is the name given you at birth.
Mere numbers can never express
because the times they are so many
I say softly to myself
Baharia Mischana.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem