you envy
me on top of the mountain
you who still
sits in the stone
situated on
the plain
you send words
asking me
how it feels to
be with the clouds
how sweet are the
stars
how lovely is the
moon beside me
i lay silent here
on top of this mountain
cliff
sighing
wishing that i be home
again
on the plains
i look down with
loneliness
and fear
as shown by my
trembling knees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem