sitting on the steeds of zephyr
Fast they rush forth like wild fire.
A unique phenomenon of nature
Beyond gray-haired wisdom mature
Fire and water in one spongy mold
Silver, water and burnished gold.
Lo! Thunder frightens us, hearts tremble
It seems the vast sky has started to rumble
I ask the clouds what do you say
They say: life is ground, you are to play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are many different possibilities left to the reader and, being read to me they seem all positive, my thanks...iip