Most amazing thing:
It silences the most garrulous
It gives conversation to the silent
It forces the anchorites to congregate
It forces the congregation to rejoice
It is not this feared of fate
The masses talk so heavily of
So look for strength in the lustful tree
For it is only he who really knows how to expire
His energy does not disappear
His emotions do not cripple
His blood may cease to pump
His leaves may wither
His braches may contort
He may enlist into the ground
But life continues in the soil of history
And from this pool sources definite life
I want to be so, like the lustful tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem