‘Waking up late one day,
‘Rushing up to feel the Sun,
‘Surfing the Skies with expectant Eyes together with a dreamy praying Heart…
But finding out early un-enough
That Time was greedily eating Himself
While an infidel Twilight has already drunk nearly most of Her Sun,
Leaving hanging-out, clearly in the distance,
A tear-pulling View
Where the last dimmest Lights,
Struggling uselessly,
Were being swallowed bit by bit
By fierce Serpents, Black as their God,
Growing in a terrifying speed,
Veiling the World,
From end to end,
By a peerless Night;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem