There's a song that wafts so gently
in music faintly heard.
A song with words so fleeting
I cannot hold them still.
Where many paths are meeting
in the tangle of the shadows
just beyond your glance
in the patterns of the dance
from a farewell to a greeting
they will spin you into trance.
In a fluttering of wings, do you hear them speaking?
''No time today for sorrow, no time for needless weeping.
Mortal though you are, follow your own star''
I sense them in a twinkle,
in a gleam, a flash of star-fire
the silver light behind a cloud,
across the moonlight sweeping
in the rhythm of my breathing
and a heart that's wildly leaping,
to the strings of their desire
''It's a dream within a dream within a dream''
i hear them whisper
as i rest,
almost sleeping,
almost waking,
only seeming to be here.
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I would like to translate this poem
In a fluttering of wings, do you hear them speaking? ''No time today for sorrow, no time for needless weeping. Mortal though you are, follow your own star'' as i rest i do hear them..... this is the experience of so many poets my dear poet. thank you.... God help you to listen to such murmurings more and more.. tony