Another Night
Yet comes another morning
Sleeping seems just for an hour
an hour just like a minute
may be that minute is a second
for life is just a dream
Everything seems to turn around
round, round and round
coming through to the same origin
without gain for one to take home
Like the earth that turns on its axis
round sun and round for ever
for its destination yet unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem