Man is a shadow of a dream,
free bird of nothingness
A dance of the stars, a celestial design.
Embracing winds that never die.
Life's secret, a spark in the eye of a child,
In the bloom of a flower, in the flight of a dove,
The secret is hidden in dew-kissed mornings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem