My baby stretches out his arms
toward me,
I smile and embrace him,
expectation, consolation, tranquility...
overpower him,
I stretch out my arms toward you God
expecting the same
let me lie down in your lap
ever,
mind ceases its roaming I feel
even the universe revolving around
as rotation and revolution,
being into infinity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem