When by my very meek existence here
it seems to be a cause of fear
and deeper is the sea of consternation.
I try to bend myself down there
to the core of there, very nature.
Seen by they it seems aloof I am
in the eye
of every pounding comes a hurricane.
shaking as if lost by simple thoughts
when the ground around them,
by my roots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem