We traveled long and forgot
Why poetry was invented.
It is a prayer,
It is a sacrifice,
It is purification.
It was invented to attract rain
Or the manifestation of God,
Or to steal advice
In the unpromising gloomy morning.
It is a miracle,
Magical sound,
It is a cure,
And a balm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is a potent spell. Glad that I have taken the cure.