Life is but a roaring stream
Where upon this boat is to swim
This boat of carporal frame
Now the boatman has to hail is
To swim and gain the holiest bank
Where the Light welcomes the voyage
And the Mightest Sun sparkles the rays.
If his (boatman) hands solec and weaken
He shall sink in black streams
For no life, no breathing around
Far-fetching darkness, suffocation surrounds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We have to sail to the bank, cutting through roaring waters with all our might with a sense of drection and a sense of purpose ! Otherwise our boat will capsize and we will sink down into the black streams! A good poem! !