Up and down - my journey,
But it is you, on the way,
Who shows morning
And evenings.
I am sure, nothing is
There anywhere like
What you show.
But loss and gain
Are to count
For nothing here.
Pious you are only
In this system I know.
And my existence is
Safe somehow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem