Weep no more, my Willow Tree!
Fill by tears the ruffled Sea.
Shiver not, hold your breath still.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
Wave your branches to and fro.
Tied the mirrored Moon below.
Touch the Fate with your goodwill.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
Take root from a single log,
that has fallen into bog,
grow, reach high, your life fulfill.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
Weep no more, my thriving Willow!
Grow wise roots on wavy billow.
Weep no more, live lives with thrill.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
In my simple mind this beautiful poem tells me to seek happiness, achieve the highest, with all you effort but tempered with wisdom and do not do it at the expense of others-10
Life is a secret which we should not try to unveil, a frail willow tree whose branches we are...Thank you, my friend...
Magdalena, I had to come back to this poem, to feel the presence of the wonderful WILLOW TREE which is so sheltering with its over-arching branches, and then your words which offer shelter too. Words can do so many things. In this poem everything they do is positive, supportive, liberating! You are telling a weeping willow to weep no more - I find that sentiment moving in a startling way, as if you have transformed another creature's sad existence just by speaking compassionate words. Behind your speech in his poem is a deep trust in language to change reality for the better, to give someone else their just reward, and (in the words of T. S. Eliot) to redeem the time.
Your refrain expresses a central truth of human life: AN IF IT HARM NONE, DO AS YE WILL. Rabelais put a similar motto on the door of his utopian city and the Doctor's Oath begins (I believe) FIRST DO NO HARM. So your refrain emphasizes a core moral value which is certainly achievable by all people of good will. It liberates us to engage in the pursuit of happiness with a clear conscience.It's a fine example of moral philosophy.And one of the lines struck me as the essence of a personal philosophy for such a setting, namely, GROW, REACH HIGH, AND YOUR LIFE FULFILL. Living the life your poem assets will mean the only tears to be shed will be tears of joy!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Grow wise roots on wavy billow. Weep no more, live lives with thrill....// The thrilling poem penned