Sitting in the darkness, knowing that things have been
rearranged and are now coming into their own.
A quiet space belonging to interior codes, not allowing
access to anyone else.
Wise beyond earthly views, shining intellectual talents
all over the world, humbled by the remarks and comments
from poets in every corner of the world.
Stepping into the atmosphere of pious souls, being just
a poet in God's world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poet in God's world, I like it.