One day I woke
And
Questioned to myself
‘Why have I woke? '
‘When all the woes
Surround me; and
The Past be
The least I want remember
Turn away
At each its every incident.
Why have I woke? '
‘I
in a sub-conscious
Dream and world
Was breathing:
There at least
The arrows of the conscious state
Were I to see
Could not touch me.
So let me go back
To that state.
I cannot and will not
Feel the stinginess of
The conscious level
And/or its heartbreaks
I cannot bear'
So said the Voice
Trembling and
Fading
More fading
Went
And
Distant breathing
Till
Again it sank
Into the sub-conscious
Dream and world
Was breathing:
There at least
The arrows of the conscious state
Were I to see
Could not touch me.
So let me go.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem