I will read ashes for you, if you ask me.
I will look on the fire and tell you from the gray lashes
And out of the red and black tongues and stripes,
I will tell how fire comes
And how fire runs far as the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think that this poem is beautiful and different. It reminds me of an old village.