With dreamful golden rays,
I walk in the field -
Field of motion and emotion,
May I be a deciduous plant,
Shade all of my coverings,
The maya* – the greedy eye,
To the offspring of the self.
May I lay myself with the open chest,
I sweat, become humid in the heart.
Open sky touches the sense of sigh,
Even in the rebirth of earth, I feel-
We can not die—the man and mankind.
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Maya— the mixed emotion of love, affection and
attraction to human relations and nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem