The sun shines
Radiantly in the sky
It dwindles the light
Of the stars
And the sky speaks
From the abyss of darkness
Swallowed partly by the moon
Where the sun no longer is King.
God knows why the
Lion wears no horn
In the midst of rodents
Or amongst the ungulates.
And the sun shines anything but dull
In the ambience of
The weeping sky
When the clouds cast
Their dark shadow under the sky
And men see a blanket
Of misfortune above their heads.
A lone cock to crow
Often would have
Its voice cracked
Then even twirps made
By sunbirds will echo
In the valley of fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem