Between sleep and dream,
A red rose often flashed,
Amidst the blue-deep.
In the wave-less sea,
Stretching to horizon,
There flashed a rose,
Between sleep and dream.
In the triangle of the two eyes,
And the eye in the brow,
The rose flashes on the 3rd eye,
With circle twice -white and blue.
Man comes and goes,
But flashes the rose,
Denying Time and space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem