I hear your footsteps and maybe even
A voice through the space, the time and seasons.
Although your own face is constantly hidden,
I can feel your soul, despite the distance.
I will lift you to the heights of heaven,
Admiring your personal merits
And talent that are generously given
To you from above as divine presents.
I reread your amazing poems often, -
A speech captivates with the brilliance,
Where in a thin lace of lines I open
The golden tracery of tender feelings.
I'm not looking for a place within
Your heart or in the beautiful dreamings.
I see you only as a Muse, a vision
And my guiding star in the vast heavens!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem