Thoughtless Suspension.
While black waves and pricking missiles,
Take hold the course of daily lore,
Psychic scheming and oily tongues torment,
And haunt my poor fool through drought and thunder,
I remember You, chant Your name, and take rest under,
Your feet, as if a driven out criminal finds home beyond the border.
I muse a while on my refugee’s struggle,
And the causeless causes of the old and the new,
Appear as the locust on all work-a-day crops.
Empty and bankrupt with arrowed wounds I writhe,
I wish a cleaner, a balm, that can mitigate,
The ravages committed by yellow fate.
Then Your image from within flashes,
I get drawn to the shower of that fountain,
As I dip and dip and dip, into that unfathomed lake,
I begin to forget the burden of my memories chambers,
My thoughts retire and senses go into sleep,
In a trance, I feel Your revelation, -the remotest Unconscious!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write.