Facing it, he fell down and seemed
As if he would never rise again.
He was pulverized within him, until
He was going to be revived by someone else.
He dreamt it, to be one with
The ultimate truth of life.
He was ignited by it, by the Figure,
Who told him to find his inner treasure.
He found it which was beyond of
Human comprehension for precise.
His third eye saw it all and wept over
For what the world was used to kept.
He learnt it all, and obtained
The way of the way to be sustained.
He was hysterical in his emotions
That ultimately led to his departure.
But he was taken then by the one,
Who came to him for his absolution.
He then opened his eyes and found
Himself, lying in the land of the astound.
He was gone, to never return after
Beholding everything and a mere laughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem