LIFE
nobody knows when and where
it sprouts proudly and majestically
in the mystery of holy benediction
at the deepest part of the ceation,
when it sprawls out its hands and legs
with a great mirth on the earth
it starts whispering in to the ear of eternity
dedicated to the visible and invisible beauty.
the boundless sky and endless horizon
stunned with its majestic relation
flourishing with flowers and fruits
keep it away from the brutes,
it will go onward infinitely
without stopping abruptly:
it creates an eternal juncture
amid life and death forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem