The first morning ray
Asked me,
'What do you want to be? '
'A gorgeous soul and
The image of beauty.'
In the sunset,
When the rays are so red
Again He asked me,
'What do you want to be? '
' A Human Being', I said,
He smiled with His radiant rays
And quickly fled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing poem, You have described the whole life. You knew what I knew in my sixties. It is not easy to describe such philosophic thoughts in flowers like words. But you are capable of it.