I N CONTRADICTION.....
My words crumble for plentiful numbers
The passion recedes and imprisons fancies,
I sit the way people robbed of wealth feel
I no more gush like rivers on craggy rocks
Desolate in feelings consumed in an exile,
The downpour of feelings like ice freeze
I grim for dreams unmeasured in truth,
Drained off smiles from its seed of joy
Blown away like cotton never to return,
Blurred in relation disappear in fear
I fall as a fruit on clay grieves in tears,
Beaten by time in vain I strive for light
I see me not here before I quit unseen.
But I am not a lamp made up of wax
Endear light not for a while to be put out,
The celestial ways are unknowingly visible
Like thin silvery rays in inevitable darkness,
The hours limp in waves of stormy sight,
I stand in silence as a dark tree invisible
A voiceless song of truth the wind plays,
I don’t go anywhere but moist in winter
My end has no end but a flight farther
Broken birds sense an essence in wings
The tenderness of spirit takes them high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem