I went through all my childish wishes;
I stopped to love my crazy dreams;
In my enlightened soul stays...
...Real knowledge and wisdom of sages;
Now, my sea is still and calm...
Where the fiendish tempests do not blow;
I carry in my boat wreaths of beautiful flowers;
I live at peace with my self;
I am hopeful: I will cross the sea with my wreaths;
Like, a bride going to meet her groom...
When he is whistling to her in late hours;
I am all alone rowing the boat...
In the deadly stinging cold night...
To meet my beloved waiting for me,
On the opposite bank of the sea;
I will be amazed to see:
There is none other than me!
I am the boat, and I am the boatman!
I am the beloved whom I wanted to meet!
As the great masters of all times say.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well crafted piece.... Truly noble and magnificent....5 stars *****