Finely tuned
He topped his heights
With extra draughts of nectar.
He could see humour and sorrow in all.
Amusement in a mountain
Brought a tear
For friend not here
And never here again.
Sorrow-skewed,
Her life her plight,
No more topping
To her delight...
...or his.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again the loss and empathy with an ending of fatalistic resolution.