Oh Muse!
You came today-to this barren land, with thunderbolt!
Breaking the crust of infertile thoughts!
That separates the majesty and priest-
Worshipped! On stately clouds, infant forests.
With poised gait, cleanse the dust,
Piercing through the lies, lengths futile
Disappear, glass doesn't bear the crack-
Of silent mighty, devotee of his soul.
Beautiful! Sands bear her signature-
As rain lashed at the tired green sense-
Whose scriptures were her sight,
Fixed! Affirmed his beaming conscience!
Poignant! Stunned with mirthful arrival-
In spirit of a shooter, broke all,
Bondages, for the lagged spirit
Awaken, clouds colliding for lasting smile!
Firstly, amazing imagery, awestruck abut your everlasting smiling muse that leaves you breathless about her mystique and aura! Beautiful write!
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I would like to translate this poem
You are blessed soul.Your Muse is showering blessings on your head.Keep it up.