Thou smilest bright as a child
So pure, untainted as the sun,
And I the bud that blooms in thy radiant light
Within thy sight, as a phoenix I rise
High … to the skies I soar above all
Low lie the ashes below
Blown away by the wind ‘neath my wings
….I soar and they scatter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem