Blossom petals
Remaining in my car
I stare at petals.
Half-dead and half-alive
They are like leaves of fall.
I hear the clouds:
"The pillow of sky
Is not of the feathers! "
Sacred words of thunder:
"Whenever she has pain,
We come and shelter her."
Light and dark in color,
In many varied shapes,
Clouds were speakers:
"In the time of sobbing
We lend her a shoulder."
Silently, I observe
The distance and near.
United, rain-breeze
Fan hard to shake trees.
Crying blossoms
Dance as if in Sama',
In secret nag or whine:
"The selfish brainless,
Enemies have arrived! "
I look at the windshield,
She has guest, is hosting.
Powerless and stuck
Are drenched the petals.
Far above the clouds
I see me in flight:
"Poet is same as God! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem