Chasing mirages, watching them fade as you come close
to touching them.
Wavering in the distance, beckoning us, tempting us to
come and partake of their shining essence.
Then when approaching, suddenly disappearing, nothing
is there except the original landscape that is always
part of this desert you are in.
Fascinating and beautiful at times, always memorable,
making you smile at remembering them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem