An enjoyable evening with a small crowd of people.
Reaching out in humor with songs and talk of family.
Joking around, holding our minds in a territory not many can attain.
Human spirits, beautiful to behold on earth, with eyes always on heaven's gates.
Following a pathway to holy lights of bluened gardens in our final resting places.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem