Have you ever watched a hawk hover?
Follow the flow of the wind along with the heather
stood in silence gazing at the lapping water
or run through a meadow filled with laughter.
Have you ever watched the morning dew sparkle?
Have you ever swum with the barbel
or stood amidst a storm and felt colossal
even stronger than a tidal wave coastal.
What makes a boy a man?
An acorn to grow in the palm of your hands
whatever makes a hawk hover?
Without crashing into its motherland
whatever makes a meadow flower root
derived its strength double-strong in you.
Whatever makes the morning dew?
Wells up in tears of happiness in you,
whatever makes a barbel swim firm midstream?
Have a steadying grip on me and you too
That's why the storm can't sway your resolve.
And that's why I believe in you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Watching morning dew motivates mind and we get poetic perception. The morning dew makes us happy. This song is lovely and very excellently and beautifully penned....10