It is the biting cold pf January
I believe it is nature's fury
Coz I have lost my faculties to imagine
I am at a loss to visualize any scene
To compose
I am unable to arouse
All the capabilities to write
As I am at a fright
Oh! how chill is the weather
I am unable to fly afar
Even in dreams
Life is too cold and sombre
This what it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'It is the biting cold pf January I believe it is nature's fury Coz I have lost my faculties to imagine I am at a loss to visualize any scene To compose' did this last winter by choice, to cold to bother, so kept the flame internal