Honourable and majestic,
From the rising of the sun and till the sun goes down;
But the flint is now turned into a fountain of waters.
From a people of a strange language i came to you with my love,
For the flame of the fire is now like a wineskin in the smoke;
And i will come to enjoy the success of your love with my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem