After filling up the empty spaces of the belly,
There is this urge to fill up,
The empty spaces of the mind,
The empty hours of the day,
The empty chambers of the heart!
And still, why this hunger lingers?
Like a black hole, waiting for more?
When will this end?
It will end with the end…
For this is the hunger of the spirit,
That pines to mingle,
With the Great Soul;
And it will not rest,
Till the final rest!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you, Mr. Smith!