We all were running like machines;
Suddenly he came and said, "Stop."
Our mouths were talking much and fast;
Coming, he said, "Stop."
Since then, everything has been stopped,
The waters of intoxication have retreated
To the black sea.
The uproar of the aggressive
Nothing can be heard now.
Everything has been stopped.
Only awake is our heart, in which
There lies the horror of ghostly death.
Our thirsty ears look for only a tune, a song
Of rain and peace in the endangered air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem