Ingenious creators are rare among us.
O they possess a fiery joy in their hearts;
That's stimulated by the seasons' vital blood.
The sheer force of their labour expands our crude,
Earth bound consciousness. They defy the ancient norms.
They cannot be controlled by the codes of the tribe.
They proclaim the cosmos; beyond the world's limits.
Yet they are all too familiar with the icy
Depths of inner kingdoms and their implacable
Sadness. Thus they are torn between the light and dark.
Within this desperate struggle, we find the fuse
That sparks and fuels their teeming creativity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem