the secrets that the breezes blow
let them tell you what they know
there in lies the myth of love
what do you know of the world above?
canst thou believe in what thou canst not see?
I saw thee not yet still believed in thee
Provided not yet still I worshiped thee
A man, My God, who could not see
And He fell like light from Heaven above
and filled my mortal soul with immortal love
They ask of it, what do they know?
A wind that does not cease to blow
and it carries me to thee
and it carries me to thee
and it carries me to thee
and it carries me to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem