Why is it that I had never seen,
the beauty that stood before me?
Why had I never smelt the rose,
offering itself so gently,
or sat beneath the willow tree,
with birds perched,
singing so eloquently?
Never having gazed at the sun.
Its warmth...enveloped completely.
Joy they offer, such things they do.
Life is all the more sweet,
when in the midst of beauty so true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a beautiful poem...