Hope, are you true? Or do you flatter me?
With your pity eyes, glaring over me;
Will you take time? Before I try?
To fly towards the heavenly high.
Hope, will you be my friend?
Even if I am a selfish hearted man?
Hope, I pray for you every time
So give me strength to be fine.
I am a slave for your cause,
Hope, I want you, at life's every pause.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem