we have poisoned all the heroes, taught princes and their heirs,
we have poisoned all the heroes, got drunk and put on airs,
and all was ruined anyway and made unfair.
where does the rider start? where does the steed end?
who can know if he is steed or rider in the end?
something paused - and something galloped, gathering speed.
our mother was a cloud, she watched us grow up together.
until some darker clouds began to gather,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem