In my sleeping often I see a light
In my sleeping often I feel a flight
Of drowsy wind
In my sleeping often I smell
Of beautiful something
Is that all yours?
Is it what I feel to be?
In desolate night when that stars excel
I feel you in that dim light
It is that light what you show to me
But what I know
I want to realize your sublime touch
Through all your earthly discourse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem