Along the rough mountains
and winding rivers
some forests
he shall pass
and cross &
get wet and dry
to meet her
on this rendezvous
In her little hut
the night is so cold and damp
the love
they have been keeping
shall build a fire
to dissolve fog and mist
and dissipate the coldness
to destroy whatever distance
has this world made against them
whatever walls whatever rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem