Clouded vision,
fog shrouded
sightlessly glide
through morning
pale shades,
searching
for clearer light!
Oh blazing star!
banish death's sight!
Clear clean
the sharp edges
of infinite right,
and emerge,
O Fire
within!
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I would like to translate this poem
Spirit is fire. Commendable write, sir.