Heavy is the door of my soul
may I come in.
Knocker made of flame never
tame mayest thou
receive me.
Star was I sprang from your
eye shelter do I seek.
Fumbling at the latch fingers
humbled are so weak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have come nearer to poetry heavens... Almost... It was beautiful...10 Tsira