Twenty-six hundred years later 

Once again 

Searching for Lumbini in another hemisphere 

From the bare and wide road of Texas 

After walking how many thousand steps

does it connect 'Dallas to Washington DC ?'

Does the distance of thirty-seven hundred kilometers  connect?

Neither the omniscient America has the answer

nor the Trump sir

  In the middle of the night

As if silently leaving the palace

Bare feet

Bare hands

Wearing a single robe

They have come out 

Giving the same answer

In the great transition, the Buddha

  That the Buddha took

Every step is the earth- Lumbini

Every step is the earth- Lumbini

Which has begun

A walking journey

From Lumbini to the other hemisphere

  At this moment, he 

Eighteen monks in a fistful

Eighteen Pitaka mantras

Walking eighteen feet

A distance of thirty-seven hundred kilometers

And, connecting

With the eighteen-branched rope of peace

Dallas to Washington DC

Walking Walking

The chest of Hiroshima, which was destroyed eighty years ago, where the seed of humanity was erased for the first time from the epic

of man. And, with a single gesture of man, one hundred and forty thousand innocent people were reduced to ashes.

  remembering that moment

The world's first atomic gift

That 'little boy'

  is under the stairs.

Vietnam, which was torn apart by the barbarity of the Cold War, is still paying the price of two million genocides.

Remembering the That which has flown down the Red River for twenty years.

The blood of the Viet Cong

And, as steadfast as the Fansipan mountain- Ho Chi Minh

They are stumbling step by step 

Like a snowball Countless stumbles of 'proxy war' on their feet

Everlasting enemies are born 

That enemy breed Iran, Afghanistan

That Middle East

Africa, Latin America respectively

On one side of the Euphrates River

In the spider tunnel of 6 Batte 10 

Saddam Hussein hiding

Floating in the middle of the Caribbean Sea

Eternal enemy 

Fidel Castro's country

The lampposts are double-sided

But, the light of compassion has gone out

Under whose shadow 

The world's soul is trembling

The cries of Palestinian mothers 

The streets are covered with the bloody faces of innocent children

A chick that has just been bitten by a cold - Venezuela

And, the enemy Nicolas Maduro

Walking Like this - stepping

The 'US Sixty-Four' highway painted with the blood of the whole world

Gathered on both sides of the highway 

Waving hands

Thousands of men and women to welcome

Who are saying 

For the first time on this bloody road 

The soul of man is walking

Oh! Rare traveler

Go, to the other side of the earth  Touching the heart that was torn by war 

And, the earth that has been bound by geography for so long

With the soft feathers of your feelings

With tears and compassion

With humanity and love

Young children are waiting together

With prayer flowers in their hands

Whose eyes are saying

We need a peaceful and beautiful earth like this flower 

Oh! New man

Only you have that generous chest

That can fulfill our wishes

Please,

Give us back our flower-like earth 

But the omniscient America does not know Even unarmed eyes are missiles

Tears and love are also atomic bombs

Which without a sound 

Without violence and noise 

Just like the prayers of children

Pure and silent

Winning each step, the area of ​​compassion Explodes in the soul of man 

Look! 

The White House is shaking

The musket is exploding 

Right now- An unarmed walking missile! 

Which is making a silent declaration

Against all the wounds of history

Another war of ointment 

A counter-war

where no one will lose

And, which will be called

'The Third World War of Peace'

On the 90th day of the journey

Eighteen monks ask- 'Which place is this?'

Someone answers- 'This is your beloved Lumbini 

Which is in North Carolina'

Twenty-six hundred years later

Thus- has set out 

Silently on foot- Buddha

To whom to give 

The answer to thirty-seven hundred kilometers of steps