Further in Space,
The gaps entrails in memories,
fragrance of the flowers,
are nowhere to be scent
Musics differ in lost horizons,
eventual ceremonies are gone,
usual accompaniment shadows,
the mystical throng of gongs
Where have such sequence went,
what do thus this meant,
if such wonders perceived to last,
alas I am but a wanderer cast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem