The sleek shadow of woe
Hangs on the sneaky back
Like the heavy cloudrack
And darkens the hope-glow
Doubt and suspicion chase
Stealthily into the domain
Of Peace, drive and drain
All mirth out of the mind-base
The mobile shadow of fear
Possesses the empowered whole
And prompts the escaped Soul
To bow down before Fate's sneer
The huge shadow of death
Hides and haunts the being
Tossing the cherished greed sling
Across the puffed image of breath.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem