Come to me. Anything you 'll say,
will be true. For the centuries.
to the ground are driven my pales.
And my spiers - in clouds dream.
Come to me. With any load.
Let a burden be not so light.
I will love you out. And boldly.
So I need your hand.
Come to me. With any backbiting.
Let sand blind my eyes.
in the sand copper's sunlike shining
lamp with a genie - for the one who can catch!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem