Poetry is being written
Not by me but by the sun
At every moment everywhere.
See and listen to each
Sound in the air and also
In the fire, here and there
With the stars for all welfare.
And proceed forward dear men
Slowly and steadily under the sky.
All flowers with so many colours
Are waiting for you, but be cautious
You have to pay whatsoever all dues
Outstanding against you for good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem