Rocking this roof with rapid measures of rhythms, drums drumming,
echoing among the desert and mountains, music blossoming every-
where near and far.
Never ever discriminating for any reason, living in a musical
world, rhythms being always on this poet's mind, ever energectic
and never at a loss to write to them.
An entertaining aspect that has been a part of this poet's entire
life, writing poetry and composing music to rhythms of all types
and tempos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem