To sleep two thousand years or more
is nothing in the eternity of living.
To hold back love for two thousand years
is nothing that’s worth forgiving.
For love is the emotion that feeds the heart
and helps it to rhythmically beat.
It takes you far beyond the present
into the future where you will meet
the soul that you are and will always be.
And that long, long sleep that periodically comes
will for a while be forgotten in your memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem