My soul wanders, erring; to my great surprise:
I didn’t know I possessed one.
That to this day and that when tomorrow should come
I will look at what I’ve become.
Mother had gone on, long ago.
Father was left behind, and now his day is almost done
My soul, however, like a trailing star
Wanders, erring, in an elliptical way, circling far;
The past returns often to confront me
The past is still present and Memory,
Another phantom, well-nigh vanquishes me.
Somewhere or the other, earth’s cities and life’s mysteries
Would swim into vision, blurred by tears
Church-bells, conch-shells, the muezzin’s call
Awaken me; sometimes in the heat of day
I thought it was night, I watched, delusion’s wide-eyed wonder
The flight of the wild Siberian cranes flying high
In my dreams, I heard the crashing of waves on the shore
My soul had wandered off once more.
At night stars would whisper, I would awaken
With a start it was as though I felt the moonlight
Caressing my face, tangibly:
Thus I had to confront the darkness to know that I
Was yet in another silent place, inevitably.
My soul errs wandering, wondering, waiting
The lanes are long and winding;
My soul wanders, weary, and waits with longing and fear
Wonders what lies next in the finding.
Of life, of mystery, of the unwinding of destiny’s plans
The final outcome lies in Somebody’s hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem