Dream again old mind of mine
let illusions dance to joyous line.
We will find the other world of change.
Where I can control and I can arrange
this lot of woe, my fate of ill,
is in my dream no longer still.
For I turned my life of reality,
into things I desire
with fantasy.
For only I to see,
in my dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem