Keep your eyes focused on the house of dreams,
And its garden of hope, where bright flowers,
Are constantly in bloom. May all you perceive
Be truly blessed by eternal powers.
Yesterday's faded, nothing can change this.
Truth and Beauty will always find a way
Through dark storms and miasmal, modern mists.
Soon wise, ancient gods will come out to play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem