A restlessness is active within. How am I to explain
I ignite flames on the sky, extinguished ashes float away.
Ashes have the odour of burnt wood how many degrees of
peace can be woven in these
Nobody can conceive for in truth, those ashes embody my grief.
Then why ignite them? Better the simpler experience
Amidst the green meadows devoid of flames, come
let's harness the horse.
A restlessness is active within. How am I to explain
Why is that I ignite fires, why is there unhappiness, why ashes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not bad. Good and mature imagry.