I am a traveler
on the long road of time.
Not a king,
not a saint,
not a man of great power—
only a quiet seeker
walking through the forests
of this mysterious world.
The earth became my teacher.
Rivers whispered their wisdom.
Mountains taught me silence.
If you ask who I am—
I am only
a passing voice
in the endless poem
of the cosmos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem