Earth before Sky, languishing.
Pain-throbbing, trampled o're.
I before you! Heart-wilting.
Into the dirt kicked sore!
'Let it be so! And what can
Now be seen on the rise
Evening-lit, one cannot miss
Long sought aft to discern.
Sympathetic-faced, like Moon's
Soft focus of concern.! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem