The single line is
In the farthest region,
It's excellent and unique,
But it's neither for me
Nor for thee,
Still we blindly follow it,
Slowly the line begins to recede,
Finally it disappears forever,
But it leaves a glorious image in our mind,
So we smile
With great ease and delight,
This is all-important for us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another thought provoking poem that tingles the mind. Well presented.