Let us build a lighthouse with our bodies
And in the raging storm and lonesome night,
Love shall be the rock that we will cling to
I your faithful tower, you my light.
And through the doubtful fog and fiery tempest,
I will raise you up so you may shine
And all the oceans of the world might rise in spite against us-
Let them rage as long as you are mine!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful. Nice.