Like a light without a voice,
Like a sound without a face,
Like a life without a choice,
Like a heart without a trace.
The bird with a broken song,
Singing so mellifluously
Is the heart without a wrong
Breathing for eternity.
Every thorn has its rose,
Every day has its dog,
For the ones that chose
That light has a song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem