THE ISOLATION OF MY HEART!
The brooding gloom sitting cross legged
Like an ascetic exchanging the silent gestures
Lazily with my meditative self
In a fit of nothing but placid staring
With a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance
She asks me what kind of experiences in the world
I had been undergoing du ring my stay on earth
I heave a sigh of pain and sink low
Into a somber thoughtfulness
From a glowing white to a dreadful redness
Into a tranquil dignity the falsity of which
Is clearly reflected on my face like a short day
That comes and departs for ever
Yet evoking the great spirit of the past
And the abiding memories within me
Of the night of time, I want to tell
The gigantic tale in which I had been
The hero and the pursuer of fame
Just the time I was going to start my story
There was a roar in the sky and I was benumbed
With the isolation of my heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem