Now I often sit for no reason, many, many times
When the solitude of loneliness
spreads illusion to the secluded.
When the shadow of silence on the horizon
We can walk a few yojan paths
on miraculous wings
Yet laziness is all around
Yet it holds back, even time remains silent.
Sometimes the words run,
Even the mountain River is silent,
The turbulent waves also come to a standstill
The birds returned their nests soundlessly.
Again the silence swallowed intensely.
May be I wanted all this
Unknowingly
May be the cloudy mind is spread
in this silence
like an ignorant dew
What will happen by jumping into a meaningless dialogue,
Rather, I want to leave my wholeness in this intend solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem