Homage to the Skies
the night coaxes the moon in the slightest whispers
the dawn and the birth, and the incantations
it has no words of thoughts for an ocean not far,
nor to the country hidden afarin the souls,
no incense to the Gods and the deities, only the sun in a bidding of the coming brilliance,
i returned to myself, the crude worshipper,
of trees and life, and magnanimity,
the hollow rocks and the boulders of stones,
the poultice and the dusts and the ruins,
this show is going onforever and getting to the end,
a splash in a pond, a dream beyond a dream,
a bowing of the leaves and the branches to the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem