I shall not forget your song,
You who paint with words;
A poem that comes along,
Like those little summer birds.
That no one could be without,
Yet they are weak and small;
And never aloud they shout,
Just sweetly to you they call.
Blessed by putting these words,
Together as a one whole;
Are you - just like summer birds,
- Like them you have a role.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem