Once I saw a solar eclipse.
Like dusk at midday
the sun darkened
to New Moon black
but actually shone
as intense as ever
on the other side.
I had been told again and again
not to look upon it
but still I yearned to.
And so the black sun burned.
I'm almost glad
it's all over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem