Restless, wanting to hide in the forest, disappearing from
life for a while, its stress and turmoil are taking a toll
on this being.
Giving unwanted tension where there should be none, listen-
ing to music, writing poetry and immersing self in a bluened
light of the Divine instead.
Allowing mind and intellect to ease and find a sphere that
will hide and protect this poet from everyday stress and
strain in life is always found in music.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem