My path was lost somewhere
But when; i foget,
Maybe with this gloomy sunset
And amist this brutle sphere.
Here every faces are dipped in shy,
Here every colours turned to red,
Here one is after other to feed,
Else any bird has feather to fly.
Oh! God save my soul,
And guide my path to bright,
Keep me within your sight,
Bless me to be strong and bold.
Vicious winter is now to begin,
Now my breath is slowly slacking,
Rise me up when comes spring,
When flowers will bloom and birds will sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem