Trekking down mountains, slipping sideways on loosened
stones and earth.
Carefully choosing steps, following my own inclinations
of superior talent as I descend the volume of rhythm
that has transpired through intellect.
Separating and placing all attributes together in many
tomes, saving them for future intelligent people to
diagnose and ferret out silent, hidden meanings.
Transposing through the years with wisdom's knowledge
leading the way to brilliant discernment, accompanying
thoughtful prose down through future years tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem