A night-like shadow into which the praying faithful
always so easily stray, is so very nearby the ordinary
path of bright and sunny daytime thoughts,
landmarks... familiar nondescript match ups...
the this-and-thats... harmless things we have got,
but when things do unexpectedly fog up
we may find ourselves reaching out for a somewhere
that we think ought to be sought
struggling for the great light, we think
has been lost, looking into that condition
seriously can lead us so very much
further and further off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem