I'm overwhelmed..
with each name you named yourself
YOU gave me all what thy hands owned:
iceberg sea, from thy eyes,
wrenching laugh in your lips,
thirstiness, sadness and
all the yesterday' songs.
YOU gave me all what thy hands owned;
I've given you, nothing, but
a shudders mouth, longed to cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The delicate mysticism in the poem is soothing to the heart.