No old beliefs to rust;
No desolation’s dust.
No paddock and no cage.
No border and no age.
No wage to get someday.
There is a sage who waits
For me to put him out
So he can say it loud.
No rebel; no reward.
No wish to change the world.
But there’s a tender gale
Which whispers me a tale.
There is no dummy fence,
There are no weird friends.
There is no dispute’s mud,
There's no kinship by blood.
But there’s a cozy hearth
Which lives right in my heart.
And there’s a spirit’s love –
It’s both above and on Earth.
No wish to mesmerize,
No tries to close my eyes.
But there’s a wish to be
The true version of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem