O' my soul, the fairy of heaven or more
Saddled shades on thine glowing face
Craves thou; of the mystified roar,
And of the shattering shivers screaming through the changing days.
Heal! heal me, for i am to be saying
The glory and truth lies in thee
Thou shall not be in vain but, praising,
of the vinaceous eye to gather straight upon me.
If time had the liberty to alter
If any be, the concept of forever
Thou rise to be, and to be the obsessed painter,
Create a wonder; ignore the raging pains i endeavor.
Lost mind; thou shall seems to relentlessly be
Which to heal lies with the seeking beauteous thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem