I am so fortunate in my life to have you
with your rosy lips fresh as morning dew,
fragrant as just woken wild grass' scent,
to be hand in hand not stray in discontent.
I am so lucky to have you in desolation,
desiderative before our date in vibration.
Day hasn't broken yet but love just created;
you have not left, but I already awaited.
I am so providential to have you in bane
while half of my soul is paralyzed in pain,
to lift this late even wing you are a zephyr
to share life's joy and vicissitude together.
I am so happy to have you at the right time
my strong will at the end relaxes in chime.
Dawn directs us through the dew to beam:
You and I lead one another into our dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem