Te minions of Time carry the palanquin of the body
Inside the body the Mind is seated
It rises now with hopes
It falls now with despair
The palanquin goes past
the meadows and marshes
deserts and mountains
in the rain in the snow
in the sun in the moon
One wonders whither does it go
Verily, the human body is the palanquin that carries our mind and soul and will carry till worn out........10
Till the palanquin is worn out the journey will continue sure to where no one knows!
Time carry the palanquin of the body. Really very amazing expression and thought provoking poem this is. Wise sharing...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice imagery and beautiful poem.Like a palanquin human body carries the soul that pass through ups and downs, deserts and mountains, but the poet wonders - -Whither it goes? That question is still unresolved though philosophers and different religions of the world put forward different theories.