With her own flesh, young-
hunting for her breast;
a victim of my own judgment,
but beyond the world where I come from;
she is the verdict of love and hope
of those creatures blessed of nothing
but the milk of her faith
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
she is the verdict of love and hope of those creatures blessed of nothing but faith”... she is there in every faith... so dedicated figure and embodiment of love and decation...10 read mine o, mother, , school, teacher no please