I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.
He said, ‘You’re not mad enough.
You don’t belong in this house.’
I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, ‘Still not wild enough
to stay with us!’
I broke through another layer
into joyfulness.
He said, ‘Its not enough.’
I died.
And this world will keep on saying even after death......So is life and so is human thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These beautiful poem suggests to me that the attainment of true knowledge and enlightenment requires a form of higher madness, beyond the cruder from of madness, and the colloquial way of describing madness as being BESIDE oneself strikes me as quite accurate: you have to step outside and beyond your limiting small I to get there.