She opened for my creativity,
The grand gate of poesy,
My words kept to try,
My feelings were fated to fly,
To go up high,
Over clouds in the sky,
I threw my chain,
Ecstasy was my gain,
Honesty songs began to flow,
I was too blind to see the flaw,
I did not see reality,
Nor wanted it to be,
Yet that gave me as well,
The chance to live not mangle,
Cheering honesty flamed,
I didn’t fear to be blamed,
For my love and devotion,
For respect and emotion,
And when she dropped me to fall,
I did not forget all,
What for and to me she did,
For a sap has no ground,
Yet I did not cease to respect
Her, for her only merit;
She opened without desire,
The gate of poesy wider,
And gave me more power,
She gave me the chance to be awash,
Hence bitter wisdom began to dash,
And from my words it had to flash.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
purge us to a dreamy world The gate of poesy wider, And gave me more power, my best wishes