Ursula, Ur, us, Saul;
Gazed on!
With the muse of the green cover,
But, bare to be roded;
With the muse of the firewood around.
Eroded soil!
The daily heavy flow;
With the muse of the flood,
From the river.
Free flow!
Running through;
But, the belated action could not stop the leakage,
And, the summer fruits were destroyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the river! The flow! ! Having your name as the title; Dedication! ! With my imaginations. Glad it touches your heart. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.