Should the bowels of the earth
Bring forth golden stream
And to fishes a new birth
And the hawks afraid to scream
Should the grasses of the earth
Grow taller than the arrogant trees
Till their shallow canopies gasp for breath
So that they are blind to breeze
Should the big mighty ocean
Seek for fishes from the little river
Only for a small portion
To boast of little quivers
Should the flamboyant fireflies
Sail across the heavens
And boast to the night with a thousand eyes
As though it has only seven
(4/12/2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem