Basking in the fizzling flame of time
Wincing to the creak and tingle of lumbago
Losing tinge of youth to the tints of senescence
Bemused no more by butterflies of the balcony
Adonis is indeed gone
Down the ebbing tide of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem wittily explains why mythic heroes die young. Who wants to see a hero in old age, tottering and frail, The whole meaning of their lives is for us ordinary folk to see their glittering existence as the highest expression of humanity. We don't want the glitter to be dulled. Of course, you have done a great disservice to Adonises everywhere by showing they are really like like you and me. You're the gadfly who tells the truth! How dare you take away my illusions. They gave me some hope. Now I just have reality.