Is that the sun shining or you?
Such glamor hid its awe from me
that my world rested in dark till now.
Is that the nightingale singing or you
what a blissful night of love songs
I'll lay out my heart for a nest.
Is that my righteous shrine or you?
I'll auction my life for brazen gold
that'll reinvent it's bewildering splendor.
Is that the heavens calling or you
not a minute shall I wait
for there lives my holy one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem