Thousands of miles I walked
Burnt are my feet
my eyes are unable to see
colors anymore
Dreamless is my sleep
the voices of generations past
are haunting my ears
Now my soul I put to rest
My Creator is awaiting
for me
Μίλια περπάτησα χιλιάδες
Τα πόδια μου πυρώσαν
Ανήμπορα τα μάτια μου
χρώματα πια να δουν
Δίχως όνειρα ο ύπνος μου
Οι φωνές γενεών περασμένων
στοιχειώνουν τα αυτιά μου
Την ψυχή μου τώρα αφήνω
ν' αναπαυθεί
Ο Δημιουργός μου με περιμένει
Dreamless is my sleep the voices of generations past are haunting my ears Now my soul I put to rest My Creator is awaiting..........so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem nicely shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent expression- Now my soul I put to rest My Creator is awaiting for me /// Here I am for GOD or for me GOD is waiting!
Wonderful comment, thank you