You may not read my poem,
You may not like my name,
And you may leave me at your ease,
But you may love me if you please.For you are born of love,
And love destines your vacation,
Your mind ever feels love's commotion.
All are we loitering haggard,
And fighting on quick sands,
Love alone is the oasis,
In this uncertain and withering land,
Come dear, let us drink a peg of faith ,
And be friend on God given conscience,
So as to share, sorrows and pleasure,
As we are from the same Father.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem