The forest of the fields of the earth,
At the top with the muse of life and love;
But, the power of the mind helps put the land in order,
Still fresh with the muse of the laws.
The night of vision!
The work of your mission;
With the emotion of your heart,
But, the tranformation of this land rests in your own hands.
The muse of love,
Like the early dew that disappears in thew mist;
But, try to tend your sheep in the fields and bring peace to all,
With the truth and in humility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem