Man was blind in and out,
Even with eyes sharp and senses blessed.
Ages of wandering, crossing earth-skirts,
In pursuit of caves, leaves, fish and animals,
Made him familiar the nature intimately.
Ancestral traits slowly waned,
As the Suns of renaissance peeped
Filtering the dense wilderness of myths.
Imaginations kept migrating
Into virgin skies, fields and oceans.
His distant vision,
Released veiled Cosmic Realities
From the bondage of time.
Planets sheepishly appeared
Breaking the hard shells of gloom,
While the thinking clay had his
Eyes set even to the nocturnal skies.
Fruits of acumen dropped often
From the boughs of time into soul-yards,
Turning him boastful of every win,
Though never was his granary full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem