On the breast of nude nature
I’d walk for the next hundred years
After the rebirth of my new mind
I’d play the game that got over.
The vitality of my intellect
Shall never be there
My puerileness, my only companion
Noone shall disturb us, me and my intellect.
The Sun, the Moon, the stars, blue sky
Chide me, guide me, hide me
Love me as their belonging
I will be the heavenly existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is awesome poetry, thanks