Maybe it is not the arbors, it's the river that stands still
with the victorious song of life;
We have been floating away in search of thee.
Maybe it is not the river, it's the time that stands still
in the dark womb of life;
We have been floating away in the tide of time.
Maybe it is not the time and not us either
in the making of it
the roll call of emptiness surrounds everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem