I've thrown away my rosary...
..and instead of telling the beads...
I write verses and sing songs of love;
At Love's door, I am a singer of odes;
My love responds to my songs always...
Through the sound of my soul;
I hold the echo of His voice in my heart...
As if the sea waves striking the shores;
To listen to this, in reality, is my wish;
To sink eternally in the vast sea;
For, rather than sinking in the world's muddy marsh...
I would rather sink in the vast sea of soul;
Because he who sinks in the world's muddy marsh...
In noisome mud shall for ever be;
But he who sinks in the bottomless sea of soul...
May hope to return to his original source.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem