Isolated from the tempestuous sights,
By the fluorescent green still lakes,
A pilgrim bows to mystical Kailash.
He came here for a once-in-a-lifetime sojourn,
To find the Flowers of Wisdom.
Trying to trace a sage that grows these sparse beauties,
Willing to share them with poor men
He looks in scary caverns, in every ashram,
In the wildest otherworldly fields.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem