such magnitudes deplore the mind of the yellow pearl
why art thou not in love, and loved for just a little?
even as when gaudy crows pursue the chase
she whom he expects lives, the other dies
we think love's mystery might be
solved in this grain of Heaven
two thousands words may be
and steer to the chosen one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOVELY... i like the two thousand words and steer to the chosen one. way back home we give sacks of rice, goats and chicken, steer is little bit expensive, how's our brothers in java ahmad aesalemolakeum sukra.md