A-swing and A-leap,
Up in the sky, never a breeze
What does it see that we do not see?
And so we may
Nay, do not truly say
A-skip and A-glide,
Never a breath, down in the depths
What will it take to endure flames’ seethe?
And which road to take
Never to one’s sake
Arrive at next to nothing
Depart a distance from something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem