PARADISE
Paradise will not be a place with trees of golden boughs
But with honey sweet fruit plants loaded with flowers
It will not be a room decorated with plattersof silver
But a library with showcasesfull of good books.
It is more than celestial virgins, stories of nymphs
It is an abode with mossy beds by crystal streams
Flowing music, placewithouttears; life without terror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your Paradise sounds so sublime!