Passing by
At red of sunset
I
Asked the bending flower:
‘Why flower of such beauty,
Such beauty bends and fades
When in the skies so other beauty be? ’
To which
Replied the bending flower
At red of sunset:
‘Ah! we of beauty handmaidens fade
For other beauty to make way and change’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem