Such flowers littering on this face
Attracting mercies from forgone
piercing rivers like a stabbing sword
And welcomed on the foretold
Meetings and the meats like a brow
Hitting and lifting such a light word
Is this sea of love
To a man inside the heart
As the flower is day I went to Forgone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem