This world, yes, this world
Is a sanctuary for the poets,
For all and poems alike.
Poets are allowed
To write what they like.
Who is not a poet
My dear friends?
The streams, the mountains,
The birds, the snakes,
The tortoise, the hare
Who is not a poet? ?
The water, the air, the sky
Who is not there to dance
On this colourful lighted earth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem