As I walked down, the road one day..
A long path stretched, along my way..
Barren, empty, wasteland, dead..
A chance to dwell, on my mind's stead
I paced the floor, the wooden floor..
Creak and squeak, the crash the roar,
Of the waves, the screeching seas,
Splash and crack, the lack of peace..
I paced the grass, the meadow green...
The tweet of birds, the pale moon seen..
The whisp'ring brook, the crackling fire..
The dripping rain, my singing lyre..
I paced the land, the barren land..
Far from the place, where I once stand..
The clatt'ring hooves, my ears now hear,
I thank my mind, for reaching here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem