There is nothing
more beautiful than in the late afternoon,
Like sitting by oneself on the shore,
Eyes closed, heart extended
To the thrills of the setting sun wonders?
I have seen them all before
I do not need to look at them.
I could figure them unfolding in my mind's eye.
I know around me, the colours are softly knitting into each other
Creating a tissue of untrammeled fusion.
I know that the ripples,
crowned with roving tinsels of blinking foams
Are drifting dazed towards the shore.
As the colours gently fizzle out,
And a broad scatter of stars explode in the darkening sky.
Sit quiet, open yourself to this infinity.
Build your picture of beauty inside.
The sun of hope will rise,
But it will never set.
The ripples will cry
But there will be no tears.
The sea will rise and fall,
But there will be no violence
Build your hills and mountains!
You may go one day and leave this place,
But you will never leave them behind,
Your creations, your contributions to this living design
They will stay in your heart and point your soul to the direction of eternity
The immortal light!
They will lift you
And in moments of sadness, wipe your tears!
For He who made it all, left a little space for us to finish his design.
What you leave behind is what you will take with you,
Good or bad!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem