Body has become frail and fragile
Unable to walk by the legs, work by the hands
In the long years even to see through the eyes
That all writings look imperceptible scription
Whose mistake is it possibly..?
Soul has grown faint and downing down
Neither to tenant its sheath nor to flee vibrant
In the long years even to vision through the mind
That it's wheezing inside a blurred description..
Whose mistake is it possibly..?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A blurred description...that's it. I appreciate the philosophical undertomne of this precious poem!