A forsaken raven in the night, faring away,
Floating against the wind, towards the milky way,
Black he is, darker than the night,
Diving through his madness with all his might.
Oh raven, the messenger to the gods! Your sun is no more.
Fare away, fare elsewhere! Where beasts still sing merrily,
here you are fading away far, far away from your shore.
Seek the lady*, there you may find your kin dancing gaily.
He dove away, deep in the wilderness! He is no more.
The wind here soughs his story, as his voiceless Bragi.**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being when you wish to be no more. A real pleasure to read this! It's an inspiring Sonnetina Tre ;)