Baby-Doll
- - - - - - - - -
I heard her crying
For something or for nothing
Perceptible and yet imperceptible
For she is a baby lovable
Sitting alone in a cot gracious
Hemmed in by dolls cute and precious
Looking sometimes up and down
Smiling and sobbing in between
None to share and none to care
When pearls of tears fall from a little flower
What ails and tears well up
And what hails and smiles cheer up
In her not incognito, bemoan toys
“For we are your friends through sorrow and joys
Though your mother looks at you from heaven
And the play of mind and soul supervenes
Immortality we understand not as we are dolls
Unlike you man as you have been bestowed upon a soul”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem