The spirit,
Morning delight!
Muse,
With the magic stick!
And like today's memories.
Light, delight!
But, if stones could talk,
They will say that, i love you.
The magic tree! !
The muse of love and,
The city of love;
But, it was carried out by your emotions!
All because of your dreams.
The opening prayers,
With the sweet muse of your love;
Down in there! !
In the land of your joy.
The closing prayers,
Noted by your love!
But, if stones could talk,
They will say that, i love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem