Each one a dancing star
a dervish swaying to the tune of the flute
riding down the ethereal river
serenading to the celestial choir
The feathered fleet flows up and down
the musical waves
of the orchestral sea
borne on ethereal wings and strings
Lifted by a lilting lyrical tide
I feel myself orbiting in space
pulled by a force stronger than gravitation
covered by the light of a million suns
See innumerous minstrels seated in circles
with their unique musical instruments
each playing its distinct timeless tune
within the sanctum sanctorum of my heart
A scene never seen or heard in any myth and lore
a psychedelic phantasm of spheres in a constellation
set to ecstatic dance
in waves and spirals around their still centre.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem