The wings of the mind to fly
The ray of light of the heart
Connecting both the banks
Of the green bondage of the earth
And the blue freedom of the sky
Has been transformed
Into a platform of showmanship
Below in the eternal current of time
With its crocodile's hunger
Threatening life to catch midway
Above the hanging bridge
Life celebrates without fear
Path is not for dwelling
But for treading,
Do whatever you like
Write poetry, learn martial art
But O travellers! move
Fix not a target, ask not to where
Move, stop not to exhibit
The fireworks of your calibre
In the night of your ignorance
With the overburden of your ego
Let the hanging bridge not fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem