Sleeping,
In your own house,
On your own bed,
Living in a house of cedar.
Manner,
With the muse of your love;
Deal well with me when, i knock at your door!
To see your fame.
Peace will always knock at your door if,
You build up your world with love;
Facing the world with the works of the truth,
Without hatred and war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem