I thought my journey was over.
No further road was left to follow.
Exhausted I was. No strength, no
provisions were left. I thought my time
to slip into silence had finally come.
But I know my God sees no end of me.
When the old music dies
new melodies spring forth my heart.
And when the travelled path is lost
stunning vistas of a new country are revealed.
I thought that my voyage had come to its end
at the last limit of my power, - -that the path before me was closed,
that provisions were exhausted
and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.
But I find that thy will knows no end in me.
And when old words die out on the tongue,
new melodies break forth from the heart;
and where the old tracks are lost,
new country is revealed with its wonders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem