You asked me what I wished for
if I could have it all
and mentioned many objects
some big, some very small
None seemed to tempt or lure me
to seek the fine brass ring
and finally I wondered
just what could be the thing
Next morning with the dawning
it seemed like 'twas too late
to need or want a bounty
in modest shape or great
Had not you spent some moments
each day to chat and share
your thoughts and so your friendship
a gift beyond compare
What greater joy than spending
some time with souls who care
who stop what they were doing
to tell you their affairs
It's good to know that little
on land or plains or sea
is quite as dear as someone
who stops to visit me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Friendship a gift beyond compare', lovely Liilia!