My little voice is
There with you and
It is silent with truth.
My little voice
Is going with its chariot
And I know you are
There on that chariot.
I love you, dear,
As you are there,
There only to listen
My voice in full.
I am looking at you
In my little voice here
And see me I am silent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said, I liked it...