God has given you talent and I know it not,
My God, let me be a singer of that flower
Blooming in the wilds and fading it unknown,
My God, if the Mercy be Your with me!
Let me be a singer of that flower, that wild bloom
Blooming and fading away unseen, unknown;
Let me be a singer of that!
That beloved whom one lures and loves and abandons her
On the unknown path of life;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem