Neither seeking fame,
Nor grieving my seclusion;
I hide deep in the silence,
Far from worldly furore.
Years of life ending;
Weaving poems on mystic themes;
Withdrawing from public chating;
Who will befriend me?
Wisdom inscribed on hidden scrolls;
Seekers sleeping, wrapped in darkness,
Even in the last watch of the night;
My poems might remain unread.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem