The glass of water, my dear Ips
A small glass of water,
I feel it to be a sea
When you walk on the beach
When you come near me....
A small glass of water
I feel it to be a sea
When I want you to be wetted
in the watersheets that are wavy....
Do I love you, Ips?
If so, when and where?
But I know it for certain,
I loved you dear, so much
That day when you came near....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem