And there's the void - between the lines...
Between the words of verse...
There - the invisible line,
Where the thought had pushed with their foreheads -
The Idea and the Creation
In the Reality.
Idea, with passing-by time,
Loses some part of its attraction
On meeting with the world fame,
Which was created by centuries.
And then - for long you are going, amazed:
Where? In what space there exist the lines,
Which keep the soul's flame?
The momentary words,
The letters and the void -
Between them...
Hear! I say
And the sounds also are carrying
The torments of birth in the universe...
From a tiny star - into the 'I' space...
The Universe - I am...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem