Outside the sky melts fast in felt fabric strips
Dripping only to have colour caught in the cauldron
Inside the sky melts slow, deep in penetration
Lilac clouds drift on easy with the breeze
The wind it whispers secrets unheard
Think it over, the holy word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good use of the repetition of consonants. A good contrast.