Painted with stones and planted in love,
From the loins of Yaaqob to serve a purpose;
But like Shiphrah and Puah who are visiting Zikpi.
In the Medieval and Byzantine times,
Of a spectrum of vivid shades and speckles on this love;
But Zikpi is still there in the room with the visiters.
Life is like the son of joy and the daughter of peace,
But remember Lot's wife and come to me;
For true love is all that one needs to grow up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem