Along a path walks a strange creature
visiting the hermitages, sensing the marigolds,
Later he becomes man carrying his story on his back
upon his bare shoulders.
He yearns to defeat vertigo and fear.
His light shines on the wheel of Destiny
and on the forge of centuries,
he dispels with it his mist and his torment.
For him it is life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem