From a distance,
Touching you with my works;
The wings of the dawn!
The blessings of nature,
From a distance;
Toucging you with my works.
Works of love,
Out of my mother's womb to write out my mind;
With the frames of joy! !
Under the eyes of righteous morals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem