How it glistens, beckoning and bright
Plunging all that I thought
All that I pondered, into the night.
All that is left is its taut
Flexibility. Now the heart is tight
With longing. Now the mind, caught
By its swaying, gives up its calm light.
Where will it take me, body and soul?
How will I know the way? nothing glows
But its ungraspability. Fine, droll,
Wittily wordless, it shows
Only its tireless self. Elusive its role-
I must follow where it goes,
Unquestioning. Far off, it will not come for me. But close
And warm the image of it quivers. That is enough: the pole
Star shines, guiding, from its head into mine. I am pierced. I am whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your language is so wonderful. Not elaborate, not terribly erudite, but it leads the mind to unexplored thoughts.