Soundly pounding in an arch of interior tidal waves,
flowing in the center of earth.
Going farther in directions of tomorrow, becoming
the essence of another composition.
Living in a volume of poetry, turning into musical
interludes.
Gathering bouquets into beautiful vases of another
world, taking the best of beauty onto sides of earth
not often seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem