It appears as though everything is known
But the path in the forest never ends
Direction seems perfect
Yet the dinghy doesn’t get ashore
The tracks in desert are not unknown
But no amount of treading
takes you to the frontier
The life of humans is but like this.
It’s an impenetrable jungle
A vast ocean, spread up to the horizon
Infinite sand, stretched to the skyline
A magic spell it is,
of woven mystical mirages.
Man, a befuddled wayfarer,
keeps roaming, having lost his way

Origin (Telugu): Nagaraju Ramaswamy
Translated by: Elanaaga