Truth is like fire; few wish to be burned.
To be burned by one's truth, to allow truth to sear one's soul:
Here is the meaning and purpose of existence.
But ordinary life is the more attractive, easier alternative:
With family, friends, and the commitments they engender,
One may safely avoid the quest all one's life long.
We are asleep in the coolness of ordinary life.
But truth's fire may yet awaken us with the sting of its licks,
Compelling us to live our lives in its heat and light,
Helping us walk through its fire and not be burned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good poem, concise and well-worded, I'll include this piece of yours in tomorrow's 'poetry converse' garland of mine that I habitually am sending as SMS texts to a host of people here in this country, who have no, or don't know how to access the internet, but are cultured and will enjoy reading a good poem such as yours.