Gods become - etched from the pale sandstone
A formal walk of Deities in procession
A wheaten cone - a supplication - is considered
Accepted - the offered bread - confirms this presence
See my bestowed silence in this timely cloak
See me revealed - as your beliefs revelation
Questioned - understood - the articulate - The 'I was'
My unfathomed - 'Am' - in this perpetual frame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem