For my beloved I felt the worst, and thought that pleasant thoughts could alleviate painful circumstances and make good for the pain caused at birth.
In the time I've existed in this world I sense problems predominate, so through the alternation of days I strive to find us a safe and secure place.
I've gathered my belongings and in humility asked the heart to be my receptacle, I cried tears for my beloved and bore the burden placed on us both.
~Dijon Noble~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem