I want a quietude and solitude,
Which wonderfully suits for prayer.
Don't want to answer questions on the route -
This vanity to nowhere.
I want to sit and look into your eyes,
As it exactly was at night while dreaming.
And sometimes I, just sinning, want to die -
To make a dream in Light of God and living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is emitting so much calmness... mind soothing writing!