Free, freeze!
Bee, breeze;
With the strong wind blowing across the land.
Lust!
With the couls of the spoilt child in this world;
But, the strong wind is blowing across the land.
Ward, forward!
With rocks and trees;
Knowing yourself and, identifying yourself in this world.
Gloss, loss!
Finding your way out;
But, the strong wind is blowing across the land.
The call!
Very early in the morning;
But, it was well with my soul.
The breeze!
Moving across the land;
With the muse of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem