- - Transient pain of life -
The night when my mind is waned and consumed by frivolous sway,
The shadow of death fills the way.
Thy ambrocial Love that guards the innocent
Shore without the dream of fabled core,
awaits for my stupid mind to resurrect.
The womb of a butterfly wast my home,
The mist that drenched a bloom wast my ocean,
The darkness enveloped by darkness without day and night wast my invention.
They tiny breast loaded with pain and thoughtless glory wast my homeland.
The sky limitless is the pain and the hope too,
Love that loses the shore beyond the wall of conception's Cordon,
The mystic stillness and the sound of pelter
On floor bedewed Now And Then,
doth alight a deep desire to cease into naught.
In half -asleep mores of the mind,
the dead end of all alluring chores of being,
Life is hugged to bid goodbye to all transient pain.
The night when my mind is waned and consumed by frivolous sway, The shadow of death fills the way.
That is one consolation of death-that it frees you from transient pain. This elegy really makes me think and reflect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the dead end of all alluring chores of being, Life is hugged to bid goodbye to all transient pain. ......