I will walk through the forest
and sleep on the green meadows,
I will let the long grass caress my face
as the soft wind blows over my silent lips.
I will sit at the foot of the mountain
cross-legged, in orange robes
and wait for enlightenment;
I will not let the darkness of the night
steal away my concentration.
I have come a long way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem