Mornings of this year are forming concrete designs in mind,
formulating many numbers, taking their places in imagination.
Bringing a tabulation of every idea shaping itself in the
formation of inner patterns, listening to all rhythms flowing
into my mind's intellect.
Cooperating fully, letting everything flow easily into depths
of tomorrow's businesses, even now being planned and set up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem