The world, the bivouac
for journey the soul sets on
through the conveyance
of mortal body;
The world so fabulous
dazzling, tempting but seductive
as it is kaleidoscopic;
Just replica the world is
of something abstract
so the metamorphosis and
not the eternal;
The terms that exist
is the sheer gossamer
God weaves;
we: the human beings
seak the fun
get engrossed and
grown to be enthralled;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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