Awake, but not awake;
My mind keeps my eyes veiled
&, by his charm, he lures me - far -
Down his well-worn, fruitless trails.
The world whole - just a backdrop
For this restless mind of mine.
I eat, I speak, I work, I walk -
Blinded, - but not blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem