A morose mountain sleeping in
The East is thus awakened by the
Carmine flame.
It then shines off the pallid snow,
Melting its tears to Spring.
This light carries the Tears
To weeping rivers...
Till they meet their glittering
Ocean home, where it waves
Upon their arrival: once joined again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hydralific! .................. very fun, well written