Tenderly questioning peaceful feelings of anger.
Touching sections of talent, issuing forth
beautiful tones of scents irradiating my mind.
Causing exacting qualities to emerge, continually
surrounding the atmosphere wherever
I am at any moment in time.
Circular patterns, circling ideas and capturing
imagination for poems and rhymes, kept in vaults
of ancient times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem