Please translate It's Written
It's written in our hearts, it's written in the stars,
foretold by the rise and setting of the sun,
scattered between the planets and the Milky Way,
sewn with sharp gold and silver threads.
Like the ever-changing phases of the moon,
the rain that pours after the long drought,
the birds that soar through the clouds in pairs,
a wounded animal crying out in despair.
Wrap it gently in silk, hold it in your hands
keep it warm and keep it safe from harm,
don't let it hear, feel or see
cradle it to sleep in the warmth of your arms.