I don't know how I came about it
All I know is that I want it that way
Spending the last moment of my time
With you in the garden of love
Where no evil can befall us
Singing the joyful song
While you dance to bale
Praising the Lord of host
With the lilies of the field
In the hands of the potter
I was created;
In the arms of the potter
I wish to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem