Tables stacked high with a feast for my eyes,
seeing all the delectable fruits of my writing.
Everlasting beneficence saturating intellect with
so many ideas crowding together.
A stillness abounding, a deafening quietness always
surrounding this mind.
Allowing freedom to do what it wants to do while
creating it's many masterpieces in poetical forms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem