THE great earth makes herself hospitable
with the help of the grass.
THE birth and death of the leaves
are the rapid whirls of the eddy
whose wider circles
move slowly among stars.
POWER said to the world, 'You are mine.
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, 'I am thine.'
The world gave it the freedom of her house.
THE mist is like the earth's desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.
these great trees are prayers.
THE noise of the moment
scoffs at the music of the Eternal.
I THINK of other ages
that floated upon the stream of life
and love and death and are forgotten,
and I feel the freedom of passing away.
THE sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.
DEATH'S stamp gives value to the coin of life;
making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem