I ask the same gift and I hear the reply,
Problems are mastered by the brain,
And solutions are acquired with the heart.
The heart is my intellect,
Where knowledge speaks to me,
And the dark overtures are heard:
To many these days are called nights,
And the laughter of a revelry has erupted
From the parties of the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem