Starbook,
togethered by stardust,
invoked a patient love
a shaman artist.
A heavy lover;
who does not rush
whose tempered passions
cannot hurt but heal.
Whose kingly laugh
embodies all enlightenment,
whose delay
can be fear and escape
can even be God-like.
Whose seed, sown
will grow
- even after journeys
over the salt water graves
even when 'their' wails
over the seas spread
for there is the royal laugh
ignoring all things,
- whose contend
with White Winds
cannot be foremost
and cannot be lost
but stored in crystal;
in a pale Palantir
glowing and glowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem