Recognize 'qualms' as the
beginning of future torments
From some feared watchdog of the soul
An insistence that besets, that disorients
That rives away the ego
And finally forsakes its pathway
Plunging aside into the dark forests of the soul
Never is this 'a sleep and forgetting'
But an awakening that blasts
Into many pieces, that forever after
Are only drifting dust, with no place to settle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beginning of future torments, no where to settle. good poem, thanks.