The sun led to its rest
precipitately, darkness
enveloped entire city
everything and everywhere
was vague, then the
only light was the
little candle I placed
in the middle
Its effulgence illuminates abode
little moths were gracefully
dancing around her
its light undulating
it dwindles little by little
till it dwindles no more
till it dwindles no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem