(ajke more bolona kaj korte)
Today don’t tell me to do my duty
Just moving to the unseen-unheard
To die a temporary death
Be born in glowing land
Going to unknown shore
Filling my life-jar in death-nectar
Let laugh-cry shade of the eons
Become a colorful evening cloud
Briefly let’s leave part of day
Games with our soil-made body
Flying to the land of musicals
For catching up body of the songs
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Briefly let us leave part of the day to catch up body of the songs. Even a moment of this joy would be full of bliss.