Beyond belief are the love’s light wings,
A lotus’s love is to seek light of the sun.
The soul flies to eternal space for peace.
Hath any one thus a flower’s fragrance,
In confinement, how the breath is taken.
Neither judged for faith nor belief’s askance.
Divinity is one or none, the multifarious nature,
In tender swirls move, a child’s hands.
Does any faith, the innocence sweet nurtures?
The bliss of existence is the beauty’s sculpture.
The mind in repose invents to imagine.
Driven from nature, in pre-existence, in rapture.
The artist holds the brush to wait for the moment,
The inspiration is murmur from the lips.
Beloved’s eyes are in wonder, in amazement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem