Many miles yonder
move dreams, plans and hopes
aspiring to anchor,
no matter how tough, how far
the constellation of mind travels,
rises or falls, strengthens or weakens;
he who believes in himself
gives himself the power to
oscillate his determination;
and only the humble, the righteous
can bend the bow to strike the arrow
correctly in the mind-set of another;
and a calmness unto himself
he will acquire without bitterness
without unworthiness, without respite
for, life is a moving force
running on the wheels of time
which rotates on the fuel of peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful couplet, at last it speaks the theme, thanks.