Mystical dust thrown in the air,
The show of life presents its plots
Hell and ecstasy braided like hair,
Endless games creation plays!
Through tunnels, deserts and forests,
Under the sea's moist, warm dress,
Along sharp canyons and untold stories,
All paths arise and fall back into the Void!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem