A whorl slowly unfurls
blooms,
The queen of the garden dances,
With the libertine wind
All day.
Lily of may
Soon the crimson skies turns gray
And the morning sun fades
She crumbles,
Back to dust, she rusts
Thought flowers of today
Perish,
In the dawn of future
As new flowers bloom
A new day replaces
The night's gloom
dispelling cobwebs of past
This too might not last
change is eternity
And time steadfast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ultimate reality of life encapsulated in a few verses.......