Where You are not, my dear,
Tell me and tell me,
Who You are not.
You are in everybody
And You are everything
That I know, my dear.
But You are with him,
Who has ocean-like ears
And has no surfeit to
Listen Your stories,
That are like lovely streams,
And who has eyes, long to
See You and Your beauty and
Who has a swan-like heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem