Every amorous sonnet
Cheering long hours of solitude
Having sweet memory
Of her early romantic glory
Taking her out of whispers
As the desire got wings
But like eagle encumbered with his hood
A song fell from her lips
On strings of mandolin
But not to deign her soul with song
Crying with various voices
With trails of tears
Like a river running its run
Moulding to eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moulding tom eternity. thanks.