One hears the sea in the jugular vein,
One spies on tragedy if the ends are sane;
If often it plays on the mind that letters remain,
Let their contents spill and be wonder!
Once the roaming ramps slide and fall,
A blessing emerges from the deep and narrow,
Lifting us fully into heavenly fame,
Twisting the days and nights of their splendour.
I share and slay the guards of the eternal house,
Inside a heavenly desire resists the other desires,
Once we slay and once the salt tastes
So wonderful and bitter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem