My eyes are caught in a wilderness of faith.
The stones are nowhere to be found.
In this place,
there is a division in the ground.
The rocks give the roots of sat-flowers
in a beautiful place of hope.
The saffron flowers, shines with the stone
while insects eat of their roots.
The broken rocks speak to the pink forest
as the white flowers feed the purple
walls of the mountains.
The crocus, dances to the song of the breeze
and the fresh air from the forest dim
kills the expiring days
and butterflies walk on the lemon-grass.
A lioness roars to the rings of light in this
Planet of girls.
It is as pretty as a paradise.
But none can live there.
We have the snows turning white
and the milky street running with strawberry juice
from the green field of Canaan.
It is beautiful, it is wonderful
but Ruth can't live there.
I've seen Eden, I've seen there
I've been there and lived here,
If Ruth will be just a girl
send her to the planet of girls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem