first, know
what a self
is,
put this matter
clearly
at the entrance of
your door
second, know what
selfishness is
by nature we are
that
truly selfish
draw a bold circle
around your bed
sleep well
there
third, expect nothing
sun neither moon
nor stars
sit by your window
when you wake up
at 3 a.m.
breathe, breathe
the fresh air of
loneliness
grow your wings
let night be not a hindrance
for your flight.
p.s.
you are too early
for sorrow
do not skip that
stage
of confusion
it is good for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It can act as a guide or can work miracles for all those restless souls around us. Really a thought provoking poem. Thanks.