Sun moon air fire
Are not allowed to go there.
There is that bird
The sky entered the needle hole-card.
And we played the card
Cosmic manifestation is quite hard.
Drying and dying
Everything is creating always vanishing.
Something is there
And that is passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, full of rhymes and reflects a skillfull writing, and I really really loved it.