Nothing reveals the mysterious eyes of fate,
So do we think of our palms and stars?
But within us its seeds lay;
The depth of boundless darkness unfolds.
In clear view a dormitory of dormant seeds,
A row of to-be trees.
Whispers of this world to know and to feel,
Packed with volumes stands this gigantic library.
A quest into the queer crust of Atlantic
Reveals the keys to unravel mysteries.
Wiser the way from within than without
As our inside give way to what lies in store for us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem