The young pilgrim rises
From the core of nothingness,
That's the finest,
A lofty feeling encompasses him
In an impeccable way,
He congratulates nothingness,
Because it gives him everything,
The pilgrim ponders deeply
In this context,
Gradually he smells the sweetest fragrance
In his immaculate inner self,
'Yes, for you
And only for you
I have achieved supreme success,
Thank you,
My dear.....Nothingness, '
Thus the traveller concludes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very intriguing! ! ! Skillfully penned : )