It's the pleasant morning
Of the beautiful season,
Gentle air is blowing,
The great things of the glorious world are
Spontaneously floating with it
Towards the holy sphere,
I am in full swing now,
I see in my sweet vision that
My sublime poetry too is easily reaching to the heart
Every reader of the sacred world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many thanks for your sweet vision. Nicely crafted.