The enormous formless poem,
an unattainable privilege.
Took the height will weakling,
even though it had no right to escape.
After all, it is in vain formless poem
an illusion, an imaginary dream!
The poem which opens the entire spring,
Spring EVERY disappear from set-aside
taking with ALL my strength.
It is impossible for mortal,
to make formless poem.
The poem EVERY whispers,
The poem EVERY shout
take my soul into the sea.
Hiding, Devil takes
days without seeing.
Does not rise at night EVEN mind,
And not sit
at breakfast waiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem