Bouncing, jolly, taking steps into the vibrancy of
a polka as it takes us around the room.
Nothing to be sad about as we jump through steps
that keep us agile.
Forgetting the arrogance of life, dropping all
pretenses, we advance down paths of enlightenment.
Enjoying ourselves immensely, our love being spilt
everywhere within us as we dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem