Will you take my blood?
yes! look, i`m here.
say what you need?
i`v left my words to the east reddish sky,
being puffed up with anger.
i`v to bring it back and back,
to make for you a wreath of love.
Would you like that?
ok, ok, look the rainbow in sky.
i`l take all seven colours,
and paint my love.
and i`l request the wind to blow soft,
so soft to dry my painting,
and nourish my love.
Certainly, i`l plant new seed for you,
water it daily as my deepest care,
and wait for its sprouting
and wait till it`s grown up tree.
Still is it not enogh for you?
have you found another rainbow,
or wind or any other tree?
will you take my blood?
oh dear! it`s dried up.
why don`t you believe?
ok, look, i`m driving a blade,
a blade on my veins.
oh! god, therefrom out comes an elegy,
an elegy that`s only created for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem