Here and there and randomly
The thoughts roam upon awaking
With no order – listlessly:
Up and down and down and up
The stairs wander they
So randomly.
And yet
And yet
There is a restless quietness about them
Blurred images turning to distinct
Pictures proportional to the increase
Of happiness flowing in the brain
And serene watching of the bosomed sea
From the bastions of centuries.
Thence the gaze
Thence the gaze
Upon the dome of heaven rests
And the finger
And the finger
Points to the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem