to vanish into sweet dreams
to soar high on lighted wings
without feel of hunger or thirst
to a crest where the soul sings;
to move from craggy terrains
to shades of flowers in bloom
from whirls of dark clouds in heart
to swirls of light making room;
from agony of unsatiated lust
to bliss of desireless mind
to sit in silence on worldly crust
but love in own heart to find.
For loving you is loving self
without falling prey to evil elf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'For loving you is loving self without falling prey to evil elf. - Good!