in the mirages
amidst the desert heat
there will be images
fifty or so
for one real tiger
multiplying all the
fears of being
devoured
in the hunger of
its mouth
and the sharpness of
its fangs
this is the hunger of the mind
amidst the heat of the quest
for knowledge and truth
in the rush
what is open for viewing
is the scenery of lies
the key to the door
is the night of peace
the moon in full view
to the eyes that weep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem