oh! the house of gold,
citadel of riches,
gatekeeper of knowledge,
yours is the garland to grace the head.
Solomon build his house round you,
you crowned him with the riches of the earth.
you are the treasure pods both young and old seek.
those who sees you are crown with glorious crown.
your Creator bestowed you with both power and knowledge.
where is your house?
so I can make it my bosom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem