‘I will catch a star and
Place in my book'
Said the Poet-Seer
It was night
And the populace wondering
Said:
‘How can you catch the stars
When
So small stature you be? '
And some smiled.
‘The tongue of the Poet-Seer
Roams everywhere
Anytime
Does magic more than magic
If the Poet Seer so wills'
‘See Hesperus away, I will call on it
But in my verses'
Stopped
The populace and said not word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem