Moyra, Mary, arm, ram, yam, may, or, May, oar, ray!
In the land of the living,
With the muse of a name;
Enter into the world so sweet with the works of peace,
And, with the joy of your heart to respect all mankind.
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I would like to translate this poem
Very true...In names and in place we find solace and peace, It is we who have to search for Joy and not the other way round. Nicely thought.10+++