My birth, taken.
Surprised by the light,
The caravan carries me away
Into the night.
I cannot see
Where it might end,
But I remember
Where it began.
The flowers of my flesh
Cover the countryside.
Buried deep,
Their roots abide.
This candle flame,
Alone in name,
It is my shame
To carry.
I dare not tarry.
I shall not stagger
Beneath two destinies.
For I am free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the very noble motives that inspired this.