the blind mole staggers in the sun
a web ensnares him dark as smoke:
a world of cobwebs tightly spun:
the blind mole staggers in the sun
above him black crows have begun
to gather; sporadically begin to croak:
the blind mole staggers in the sun:
a web ensnares him dark as smoke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem