Oh how I desrire to visit the home where lies my heart
I've never been there but felt it from the yearning it feels,
The excitement it rivits and the folly it leadingly seals.
In a thousand faces I see it, in a thousand eyes it reflects
But before I find its certainty I know I must a thousand times recollect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem