Sitting idly alone,
In this colossal universe!
Alive with literature, poetry, fiverse,
Feeling like a dead stone!
Time has much flown,
It does not know of any reverse,
We breathe, see, eat, converse,
Some become known, some unknown!
Being idle is natural possibly!
A unique sort of philosophy?
- Tennet: Poem of Ten Lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem