As fallen stars plummet,
I lay here
Helpless as
A fish in the sea.
When you were young,
Do you remember?
Standing in the night
And gazing into
A deep pool of stars?
The innocence of youth
Caresses us all
In luscious velvet silk,
And
This heavenly vision
Creates a film over
Our small eyes.
The bright fire sprinkles
On a delicious cake
Celebrating Mother’s
Long, fruitful life.
I do not question when this shall end,
But only
If you will be there, in the place of Perfection
When it does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem