I wonder on, I wonder on, like a pondering
That never ceases from the lake and trees;
I saw a terror of the woods in final company,
This distance I broke in many measures
Like the cantering of the warhorse, and the dancing
Of devils that sigh with wolves that whimper in nights.
I have tossed aside the letters of the crown,
His kingliness is above that of the natural walk,
Along the pathway so suited to never-ending lines.
I have gifts from the supreme ruler and philosopher,
Finding the gold of the rains and snows, internal
Landscapes are always like the heart of growth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Along the pathway of life; yes, one will always wonder and ponder. Nice piece of work.