From the womb to the tomb,
we reach but for that one soul,
which nothing can stop, not even a stony wall,
for our hearts to reach and be bond.
Be it in the east or west,
still the only place our hearts can rest.
come what sorrow as it may
can't countervail that exchange of joy.
And the two hearts to one be blended,
Heavenly beauty for them to beget,
Beauty shouldn't be starved with sevenity,
It should be allowed to touch posterity.
When two souls are 'twain as one,
Their beauty is diversely coloured,
And if the heavenly eye upon shines light.
all nature will rejoice at the splendour of their sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem