I still meander for so many days
In piny lands in a world of my fate
In foggy twilight… With eyes that still gape,
That still bespeak at the parting of ways
To you invisible, try to translate
Mantras from Sanskrit; I wish to escape
From masquerading like one of ice mays;
Wait for me, I’ll come to open your gate
Singing, rebellowing, losing my shape…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I'll come to open your gate singing, rebellowing...' - Karina my love, you are a trip and a half :)