Reading interior tomes of past generations, seeing their
exacting knowledge and philosophy touching my mind with
their brilliant and illuminating thoughts even today.
Admonishing tranquility slides along, smoothing out all
the wrinkles of age left upon them through the centuries.
Swinging colorful highlights to mind as they reverberate
with resounding echoes of past times.
Once when all of knowledge was used and exercised in
melodies of incessant meanings of purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem