My mind cannot be duplicated and,
My wisdom cannot be compared on this love;
But i have to reach out to your heart with passion.
Of the heritage of Yaaqob,
Of the sons and daughters of mankind;
And to register and record our names after birth like,
One who cuts the meat and gives it to the land of roses.
Like the shapes of life,
And like the act of love after a visit;
But try to free your mind on this prolific message.
Donaldson, i wonder where you are? ! !
But the student is never greater than the teacher.
Of the sunshine,
Of the rain,
And of summer and winter;
Come back to life to learn from others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem