We come into this world awash with tears,
Mourning our incipient separation—
And soon we age and leave it, mired in fears,
So loathe to part with individuation.
The waves that crash, the foam atop the seas,
Disguise the ocean, fathomless, profound—
And when that water splinters into me's,
Myriad ephemeral droplets abound
And frolic in a mist one glorious trice
Then fall back in the liquid womb, coalescing,
Rejoin the life that once was all they knew...
Perhaps our fear of change provides a clue
Why human arts nor nature's quite suffice
To sustain appreciation of our blessing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem