Winds coming from different directions, never discriminating against any of them, having delight and happiness whenever they come upon this mind.
Sublime and gentle thoughts flowing throughout life, its interior atmosphere always in the hands of God, living because of His mercy and love.
Having a great time, never tiring of hearing rhythmic formulas being beaten in mathematical equations sensing many ideas that continue to find their way into intellect so efficiently.
Perhaps no longer going to be in this temporary world, but in-cessantly continuing to write through every idea, never tiring of elastic melodies as they play their beauty surrounding this poet throughout a land of wonder in nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem