In yesterday’s laughing wind and rain
The trees waved helplessly on my window
A spiritual lady separated my spirit
From my morbid mind, body and intellect
Buffeted by a moist wind-blown illness
In this history room the royals reveled
Separated by sunless fog-screens of time
The wind howled all through the night
My consciousness grappled with the body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem