All through the stillness of the night
The wind howled in the bamboo clump
The bamboo bushes danced in rapture
In the inky darkness our searchlight beamed
On shadowy forms of giant-sized bison
Their luminous eyes stared in unconcern
The creatures of the wild refused to appear
A night safari was just not their idea of fun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem