Like the light is there for the night,
Like the dark is there for the day,
Just that way I will be there upon you,
For when the light is not there it's not day,
and when the dark is not there it's not night.
And yet you my love, you are my day, and I am your light.
But you know well the light of fire produced by a matchstick,
has to be shared in an instant, lest it burns out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem