In the almost waterless Namib desert
where mirages look like water
that is far in the distance
and the sweat makes streams on my face
I notice between the red-brown dunes
the pretty pink flowers of a cactus
that looks almost like opened shells
while the sun scorches white
in the bright blue sky
and it feels as if
death is present everywhere
and it is known as the queen of the Namib
and it flowers on stems filled with thorns
where it defies the wind and weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem