Descend slowly,
if you had ascended slowly,
one step at a time,
in full recognition of things,
that you came across in ascent,
say hello to everyone,
knowing their countenance,
in all meditativeness,
pretending no prior knowledge thereof,
each one at a time,
straw of sadness will fly away one at a time,
by the southern soft wind,
for, you are the camel.
The camel with its hump carries water for those who need to go slowly in the desert.++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you, Robert.You are my sole patron.