Life is a sprawling travelogue-
Many birds
Many taverns
Many tales
Of whispering brooks,
Of trumpeting winds
Blooming dales are afar,
Birds are migrating.
Dales wait for their happy chirps,
Seeds wait for rains.
Seasons appear and disappear
Flowers bloom and wither,
Twilight veils the distant vales
And the lonesome pathway lay dreaming.
A Weary man crosses yonder hill,
He is now caprice of night.
Beyond the winding lea
His travelogue closes for the day.
Stars!
Those celestial travelers
Now cross my glen
And wink in silence.
This is an eternal travelogue
Whispered unto generations
Umpteen verses reach my ears
Every verse is a potential universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem