Dazzling molten golden glow
Touches me like pure white snow;
Crimson cluster, blaster of hue,
Turns our lives ever-new.
Human riddle does diddle;
The cawing crows play on fiddle.
The sunbeams' toil does recoil;
The night'll serve as the foil.
Breathless beauty, divine duty
Provide all with lots of gaiety.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Human riddle does diddle; The cawing crows play on fiddle..../// beautifully written; I enjoyed
Thank you so much. God bless you.