The next prophecy,
The next life,
And like your sweet love in the land of your muse;
With greetings, peace and love!
To receive with meekness is the muse of your love,
But the Father of Light is above us!
And like the twelve tribes scattered abroad,
But the next prophecy is in the making.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem