My heart sways
While flowers blossom
My mind sprouts
While the dawn had its dawn
… …
An experience
That cannot be recorded by any language
Has reached my body-
In the pitch of silence
My meditation
Has come out as music-
Beyond the mind
New light spreads-
Fragrance that is not from flowers
Has been found by me-
A love-river flows
Within me-
To quench the thirst of thinking
A breeze blow-
From the voice of my wishes
A pleasant noise
Sounds profoundly-
……
In my intelligence
Concepts have fructified
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well penned poem Roch...10++++++