One tear for your trees, risen in grandeur
Tripped up and set at naught.
Another, for their festive, restive
Renown to nothing brought.
The remainder, the noisy residue
Of sobbing in God's name
Poured upon Adam's offspring like
A flood upon their shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem. Nicely crafted and with a sweet rhyming. Thanks for sharing.