What is real? Ask the wind
the wind can raise an ocean
and topple a gigantic tree.
All things pirouette in motion
The-likes-of a desert sea.
But for all His power
Has-He-ever-really been, seen?
When all our efforts are mete
One-hundred per cent, what can we glean?
What is real? What is, really real?
What is real? Ask, ask the bee secrete
in His hives honeycombs, heartbeat:
Ask the wind
about the flower
about his eternal, invisible power
the wind can raise an ocean
and topple a gigantic tree.
All things pirouette in motion
The-likes-of a desert sea,
The-likes-of Him in you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem