In which name I call you
And in which road
I take you I know not dear.
I have no right to
Call you anyway
So also no right to
Take you anywhere.
I know everywhere you are
And each word flows
From your name.
Name and place have their
Own importance dear
And I am least concerned
With them as you know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem