With a heap of agonizing past
Bears the soul with so much fragileness.
In the course of Dreams lies the verities of his life;
A thread of Fate loiters between us.
My audacious soul inside a Carriage of hopes,
Battling in the meadow of blazing desires.
With the excruciating flame and burning zeal,
It commands the Core to keep believing.
Beyondthe realm of fantasy,
There I saw the halo that glistens above him.
Oh, This is not Sweven. Tell me!
Touching his limbs, haven to my weary heart.
Blackness of the Future world I search;
Not cognizant of the figment of Reality.
Never did I know him;
I wonder, what's his name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem