In the glorious season
The pleasant wind is blowing,
My sublime thoughts are also
Spontaneously floating with it
To every region.....
Important and unimportant,
It's simply amazing,
I am easily swinging
With a delightful mind and spirit,
Everything in nature...
Of the past, present and future
Is joyously blessing me
To begin a holy journey
Towards the sacred realm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it to death Bravo!