The clouds had made a crimson crown
Above the mountains high.
The stormy sun was going down
In a stormy sky.
Why did you let your eyes so rest on me,
And hold your breath between?
In all the ages this can never be
As if it had not been.
...The clouds had made a crimson crown Above the mountains high... Wow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful description of the specific moment when eyes met eyes.