When one looks across the heavenly dome,
And gazes with thoughts that freely roam,
Into the mist of mystery,
Such joy! Is felt from this esctacy!
Let peace be known,
For seeds of joy and bliss be sown,
In the hearts of men unknown,
Who's heads are laid on hardened stone.
That winds blow at its most,
And man learns to seek his host,
Host!
Of life that he will give,
so that man could happily live.
With no troubles to burden his heart,
With no thorns to tear him apart,
All in all he seeks for life,
Seeks and seeks until its found,
And finally! ! To it he's bound.
''''''''with no thoughts to burden his heart with no thorns to tear him apart''''''' - amazzzzzzing lines.. nice rhymes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you so much neetha