I saw a bridge meant to be crossed
The path to paradise
In shiny lacquered red it glowed
With ancient myths embossed
It beckoned me with jewels rare
Compassion for all men
Humility in word and deed
And moderation's care
The ferns stood still expectantly
Tall bamboos held their peace
Small shrubs and rocks watched as I stood
And urged me eagerly
I never crossed that crimson bridge
But rather chose to dwell
In caves of excess, brashness, self
On evil mountain's ridge
At night when haunting vapors float
Past an unfeeling moon
Regrets begin to cloud my mind
And whimpers choke my throat
We only get one chance in life
To enter that green glen
And cross the fairest of all spans
Beyond which there's no strife
I saw the bridge meant to be crossed
The path to paradise
In shiny lacquered red it glowed
With ancient myths embossed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a glorious poem, compassion, humility and moderation, excellent attributes! !