O, Bearer of heart show us your true colour,
If love resides in you and happiness blooms
Then show us your gloom
No rose is without thorns
Never rains without clouds
Show us the pain of carrying this burden.
Life is the reality and death a mystery
Show us the path from reality to the mystery.
Then show us your gloom, no rose is without thorn.Wonderful insight.
I'd rather stick with reality and make the most of life and it's ups and downs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Show us, O love, the path which you are blonging to either reality or mystery; excellent this one nice to read