Fleeing the madness of the world, soaring into night-
time skies, bringing alive, the music of interior
Tossing aside the false grandeur of earthly pride,
solitude firmly asserts itself.
Life unfolding slowly, becoming the blossoms of humble
piety, turning quietly around, observing pointed truths
hidden in obscurity.
Fleeing the madness which crowds the world with avarice,
life soars above on clouded carpets of decency and hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem