What you are on this day,
I know not my way.
The sight of my eyes
Is there at the bay.
I smile, I laugh, I weep,
I dance, I sing, I fight
With lightning May.
Give me a chance to
Remember how I am here.
Grave, nothing to fear,
In my life I am the printer.
The words and the letters
All are for me and you are
There only to make all clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem