To get home,
my fancies nest
on leafless twigs and in fallen trees,
but it always runs into the same dark sky,
and to the same grey wild.
I am the most ordinary and
inconspicuous pal, and
the heaven is not for me,
nor I am made to sing
the holy hymns.
So don't kill my peace -
the peace of mind - and
don't ever moralize
the devilish grin of lords,
that eclipse the culture's norms.
Listen! what time fortells,
'Man eyes yet to see
the promised Dawn.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i Googled this without satisfactory results: 'Man eyes yet to see the promised Dawn.' favorite lines: I am the most ordinary and inconspicuous pal, and the heaven is not for me, nor I am made to sing the holy hymns. may you find peace, bri ;)