On a wild donkey's colt is born tame,
And behold my eyes have seen enough that you thought;
But i desire to speak with the Almighty.
Life is like a flower that fades away because,
One day we will all die and go!
But your love is twisting along here and there and,
Like a snake to me without any direction on this path of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem