I've walked the beaten tracks of time and now
I want to roam in richer realms beyond the sun
Of certitude. Freedom's spirit cannot
Be caged for long; it seeks release. It wants
To transform ageing worlds of lost longing.
It aims to guide fine arrows of beauty.
It looks at chance and turns it into fate.
It lives for intense moments of pure joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, poetry is forward looking, So full of vitality, beauty and strength Opening new doors to the future, Giving poets inspiration And to their concerns, True hope and vent. Your beautiful ambitions are truly worthy and meritorious,