It was his face
glowing,
shining,
a sparkle from his eyes
amazement speaking out.
All he had seen were lines,
black ones twirling,
thousands of combinations,
myriads of designs
but they stayed with him,
absorbed into his soul,
luxuriating in his heart
He had encountered
the beautiful
His face showed
a profound satisfaction,
the inarticulate
in so much complexity
brought joy, rest, love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem