To walk, to run, to fly away,
in bliss where hopes and dreams can play,
To speak, to sing, to guide the way,
in words no mortal man can say,
To sleep, to dream, to drift away,
in dark devoid of yesterday,
To live, to die, to win the day,
in time to beg our souls to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem