'For you are a mist that appears for a little while'
So says the Holy write
So what do you live for as for today,
to moisten or harden the soil of toil?
Seeking for solace with every zeal.
Neglect not the upward call
That which has been engraved from medieval
Path for the daily seekers and sojurner
Compacted by its side as a wild bush.
Remember the blossom of the dawn
The bliss of the valley with its resounding yearn
For just in asudden moment,
'you could disappear'
So it concludes,
The undoubted pure Epistle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem