Seeking it out like a sniffing hound
In words deemed so profound
Deep the thought, language plays
Translation lost in words displayed
Ramblings, no meaning plain
No need or reason to explain
Sensing, the Author bleeds
Over and over, eyes read
Nothing found, no symbolization to understand
The Knowing, only in the Authors hand
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I would like to translate this poem
Liked your honesty & independence over thought process. we should care for only the authors' intellect & chance to play with words.10*****