Birth and rebirth
is nothing but poles apart,
without one, the other is dead.
The growing moon
peeps from beyond the night sky
slowly enhancing itself in gradual appearance,
A birth is about to take place
soon.
A full moon.
The waning moon
hides itself beneath the night sky
slowly enhancing itself in gradual disappearance,
A death is about to take place
soon.
A dark moon.
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I would like to translate this poem
I always love this one. Read many many times. My favourite.