In silvery dreams, wild rivers and streams
Seem to flow through me with an eerie ease.
And then I find myself gently merging
With the spirit of exotic flowers:
In lush fields where dewdrops are glistening:
Fresh with such radiant force and power.
Have I at last found the key to the Light;
Beyond the bitter realms of fractured night?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem