Life's energy's expended
in vicious circle churn
till instincts apprehended -
once contradictions mended -
are ready to discern
for nothing one needs yearn.
Who is from stars descended
to stardust must return
when once the journey ended
then karma true extended
hands memory torch to burn
to karma next in turn.
No moral is appended ~
for there is none to [l]earn...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the last lines deliver a most excellent kick. and i must applaude you on the structure, because the rhymes have that winding, churning build up to them, before finally resolving.2005 was a good year for you :)