At the rim of sorrow 
He found his heartless mind.
On the brink of despair 
He found his soulless heart.
In the sea of destruction 
He found his goalless soul.
Centuries dropped dead.
Now 
On the shore of Time 
He finds his searching mind 
He finds his crying heart 
He finds his illumining soul.
[Excerpt from “The Dance of Life Part 2”]                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    