Mind is a wild spirit which craves to come out of the cage of self
It propels itself through the medium of dreams into our next life;
Poems are birds which flock in unison from the cage of thoughts
They propel themselves through the sky of dreams in search of a nest;
Soul is an image of god which waits for freedom from the cage of time
It propels itself through the medium of death into another cage of life;
Death is like a single eternal sleep after many sleeps in life
Before that the world will fade from existence for one more time;
Our body is like a dewdrop, the soul like the world around
The dropp bursts to release the burden of just its image;
Tomorrow is another dream which keeps recurring in the sleep of death
On waking up from this eternal sleep pseudo soul will unite with the soul;
Soon the lord of cyclic time will open his third eye
To release the burden of centuries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem