I'm looking at the starlit sky,
I'm looking at the timeless heavenly plough land,
Along which the Father sows the seed of eternal light.
I'm looking at the falling star,
Mercifully weaving the magic light
Above the lonely dreamer on his path of dreams -
Let us hurry, not for our sake, not for lost dreams,
But for the future -
I'm looking at the drop of rain on the wild rose's petal
Early in the morning,
How it trembles in its purity and nakedness,
Like an angelic clear tear on the face of an abandoned woman;
I'm looking at the rose in early bloom
Waking and offering itself to the brand new day
Like a woman to her beloved -
Once you shall return and wipe away the tears
We kissed and smelled under the Northern Star's light together -
I am humbly looking at the sun as if it was a heavenly blacksmith,
Welding harmony within human souls.
I am looking at the centennial oak,
As if it was an eternally young pharmacist,
Offering its healthy medicine for free.
I'm looking at the tree's straight posture,
Drowning its young branches
In the embrace of the sun's golden light,
While the wind is brotherly fondling its wrinkled face,
Whispering on about its thousand years of loneliness and loving -
Don't be afraid to fall in love, love is the seed of new life -
I'm looking at the man who doesn't hear
Nor understand what nature is trying to tell him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem