I would like to tell about a thing of most inexplorable source
That jumps a sudden unproclaimed and simply takes its course
All striving and endeavours set forth by flesh and mind
it swipes aside and gently stifled set asleep made quiet suddenly becomes our madly stoic pride
It does reside in all and is nothing altogether
in fragments strewn between man's fist and albatrosses feather
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem