Roping in melodies of time, taking their essence into the center
of life's mind where all exists in coded rhythms, latent purposes
being awakened in circles of ingenuity and intellect.
Courteous and joyful, being able to form poems at every turn,
soaring along skyways, clouds gathering and bringing together
ideas and moods of genteel sorrow.
Reverberating again and again in measures of music and rhythms
while taking off like a jet into the darkness of night, losing
sight of them in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem